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“What’s that look?”
My gaze snaps up to meet her funny, amused smile. My throat works, and I clench my fists so I don’t sink them into those soft waves of hers again. Fuck the game. We could just stay in this closet for the rest of the night.
“I’m thinking about how much taller than you I am.”
She snorts, and the corner of her mouth slides up.
Fuck being subtle.
“Are you thinking about it?” I ask.
Her breath turns choppy. “About what?”
“When we kissed.”
“No.” At her side, she rubs her fingertips against each other. “I haven’t thought about it once.”
“Liar,” I whisper.
Her eyes flare. “Rory,” she breathes. She says it like she’s sayingwe can’t, but her eyes search mine.
She wants to kiss me again, too. I know she does.
“Not ‘Miller’?”
In the dim, dappled rainbow light through the door, I watch her throat work. “I mean, we’re friends now. Right?” Her eyes flick up to mine, questioning. “After Wednesday.”
Friends is one step closer to what I want with her, and I’m not going to mess this up.
“Yeah.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Friends.”
Her mouth eases into a smile of relief, and I want to kiss her again. Once tonight wasn’t enough. I don’t know if ten times would be enough. No matter how much I touch her, how much time we spend together, it’s never enough.
There’s a loud rumbling noise, and we snap out of whatever’s happening.
“Come out, come out,” Owens calls, and Hartley’s eyes widen as we listen to the sound of doors opening and closing. He’s making his way up the hall, and he’s going to find us.
“Rory,” she whispers, holding up the Nerf gun. “We’re out of ammo.”
“Shit.” We stare at each other. “We need to run.”
She nods, biting her bottom lip, starting to smile.
“Are you having fun?” I ask, grinning, and she nods again, smiling wider. “Good.” I take her hand, so soft and delicate in mine. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
CHAPTER19
RORY
I throw the door open,and we sprint down the hall, away from Owens.
“Oh, ho,ho,” he calls after us, and Hazel lets out a shriek of laughter that sends happiness and joy streaking through me.
I’m flying. I’m on top of the world with her laughing with me like this. She’s holding my hand as tightly as I’m holding hers as we swing around the corner, and this feels like everything I’ve been missing in life. My pulse pounds in my ears as I take in Hartley’s bright eyes and face, flushed from exertion. Her chest rising and falling fast. The slender line of her throat as she swallows, still watching me.
“Hartley,” I hiss, picking a fully loaded Nerf gun off a side table.
