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Sliding my hands into my hoodie pocket, I bunched it closer. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” He twisted around. “Shoot.”
“Who’s Ami?”
His eyes flashed with something, and he dragged a hand down his face. “Where did you hear that name?”
I felt like I was missing some vital piece of the strange puzzle that tethered this group of friends.
“Kendall said something earlier. I get the feeling something happened.”
“Have you asked the girls?”
“I tried to ask Lilly, but we were interrupted. I get the feeling she won’t tell me though.”
Malachi blew out a long breath and stared out. A flash of black caught my eye, and he said, “I think someone wants you.”
“I—”
“You should go to him. Just… be careful, Becca. Sometimes, the ones you care about hurt you the most.”
I glanced back at him slack-jawed. What the hell did that mean?
“Malachi,” Evan said as he approached.
“Porter.”
The air changed. I felt it pressing against me, thick and heavy. What was I missing?
Evan motioned behind him. “Take a walk with me?”
“I—”
Malachi must have sensed my reluctance because he said, “Go, I’ll cover for you.”
Nodding at Malachi, I turned and followed Evan as he made his way around the bumper car track. I hadn’t been in that direction yet. We passed the old Tilt-a-Whirl, coming out on the other side of the Funhouse. When we turned another corner, I almost walked straight into him, but he caught me, crowding me against the wall. My face pressed into his shoulder, and his chin rested on my head. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel his torment.
“Evan, I—”
“Just give me a second, okay?”
My throat thickened. His voice was so full of an unnamed emotion that I couldn't do anything but wait. After a few seconds, his hands glided up my sides, over my shoulders and into my hair, anchoring me to him.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered.
“I’m sorry.” As my hands curled into the black tee molded against him, I didn’t know why I was apologizing. The words had just fallen from my lips.
Evan’s finger slid down the column of my neck and underneath my jaw. Tilting my head up, he stared at me. “What happened in the closet, Becca?”
Fear gripped my heart like a vise, and I stopped breathing. “Evan, I—”
His lips brushed against mine. It was tender, unhurried, eliciting a soft moan from me. When he pulled back, I knew a blush had worked its way up my neck and into my cheeks. “What happened?” Evan’s eyes searched mine.
“Don’t do this.”
He sighed, his eyebrows bunching together. “If we're going to do this, you need to be honest with me.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking of me.” My voice was small. “I should go.”
