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I love you too, angel. If you need me, call. I don’t care what time it is. I’ll come.
I knew he would. And that was why I couldn’t call. Because I wouldn’t let Oskar hurt him.
See you tomorrow.
See you.
But actually, he wouldn’t. I’d probably never see him again.
31
Win
I slept like shit.Tossing and turning with phantom aches and pains throughout my body that left me surly and out of sorts.
This was the last night I was sleeping without Lars. I wouldn’t do it again.
I went to the pool earlier than usual, overly anxious to see him, wanting to reassure myself he was okay. Thatwewere okay.
As I sipped the coffee he so loved, I thought longingly of tasting it off his lips while running my hands through his hair, down the defined lat muscles in his back, finally cupping his ass and lifting him until his legs wound around me.
The more swimmers that filtered in, the more anxious and irritable I became.
It was nearly start time, and just about everyone was here… but there was no sign of Lars.
Pulling out my phone, I sent him a text.Angel, where are you?
Seconds felt like eons as they ticked by and I got no reply. Rush was the last to arrive, sliding in the door just before he was considered late.
“Pushing the clock, aren’t you, Rush?” Coach barked from beside the pool.
“Got to keep you on your toes, Coach,” he quipped.
Where the fuck is Lars?
You’re freaking me out, Lars. Please call.I texted again, eyes going right back to Rush.
Coach blew his whistle at him when he walked by, and Rush just smiled like the sound didn’t bother him at all. The second he was past Coach, though, his eyes fired to mine. With subtly I didn’t think Rush was capable of, he gestured for me to follow him and beelined for the locker room.
I embodied zero subtly as I rushed after him, my brain nearly short-circuiting.
“Rush!” I roared, slamming into the locker room.
“Here.” He was right there, leaning against the wall, duffle still in hand. “You’re with Lars, right?” he asked.
Carding my fingers through my hair, I made an impatient sound. “Where is he? Why isn’t he with you?”
“So he’s not here, then.” The grim finality of his words turned me cold.
Stopping midpace, I swung at him, hand shooting out to grab a fistful of his swim hoodie. “What did you do to him?”
Rush looked at where I grabbed him and then up at my face. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and he said, “I’m going to let this go because you’re clearly having a rough morning.”
“Tell me right now or you’ll be eating with a straw.”
“He left.”
I let go of his shirt, my arm falling to my side. Disbelief made my voice breathless. “What?”
