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“No one’s there—get out, hurry,” I whisper to him. “Go…the other way…away from me.”
“Sorude,” he says as he steps out.
I wait until he makes his way down the hall and before exiting the bathroom.
“You taste so good,” he says from the base of the stairs as I walk through the room.
“Stop!”I say, continuing toward the back door. I glance back toward him, my eyes meeting his first, then moving down his body to where I can see him hard against his shorts.
“Keep looking, and you’re not going to make it out of the room without me bending you over the couch,” he says.
My cheeks turn red, and I look around to make sure no one else is in the house to hear him, too shocked to reply.
“And Ally?”
His serious tone stops me. “Hmm?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. Not a damn thing.”
Not wanting to argue but also not willing to agree, I only offer him a smile before turning and heading back to the patio with my friends.My friends,who don’t know half as much about me as I’ve told Devon in the past week.
My mind tries to argue that I didn’t want to tell him any of that—he made me tell him. But that isn’t necessarily true. I think I did want to tell him. Again, I can’t explain why it’s him, but…it is.
Audrey and Morgan both stayed for dinner, and Devon stayed clear of us all the rest of the evening—I assume playing videogames in his room like he usually did before all of this—and I was grateful for it.
“I can’t stay for dinner tomorrow,” Darci says out of nowhere while we’re lying in her bed later that night. It’s dark except for the light from the TV. Darci hasTeen Momon again—it’s her comfort show.
“I texted my boyfriend, and he said the timing just wouldn’t work out for him,” she adds.
She sounds genuinely upset. Surely, she didn’t really want to have dinner at my house that badly.
“That’s okay,” I tell her. “Maybe some other time.”
She stares at the ceiling, and I wait for her to say something else. When she doesn’t, I tell her, “I’m going to go to bed. I haven’t been sleeping much.”
“Ally, there’s so much I want to tell youso badly,” she says. “I feel like things have been different between us lately, and I don’t want it to be like that. You’re my best friend. Honestly, I feel like we’re closer than I am with Audrey because I can tell you things that I can’t tell her…that’s why I really hate that I can’t tell you this.”
“Okay…” I say. And it isn’t a lie. I know she does tell me things that she doesn’t tell the other girls—things that she thinks they’ll make fun of her for or judge her for or whatever.
“I wanted to tell you that because I know you probably feel it, too, and I wanted you to know that it has nothing to do withyou personally. I just…can’t tell you what’s going on yet. But I will…soon.”
“Yeah, I have noticed something was weird,” I lie. I haven’t noticed much of anything lately. My mind has been too preoccupied with Devon.
“Okay, well, it’s not you,” she says. “It’s me, so don’t worry about it.”
“I’m here…whenever you do want to talk,” I offer.
“I know you are,” she says. “That’s why you’re my favorite. You’re always there, and you never push. I know I can trust you.”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Yeah, thanks. I feel the same way.”
I only feel a little bit guilty as I drift off to sleep.
Iwake up to someone rustling through my desk and shoot straight up in bed. I almost jump the guy before I realize…it’s not a guy. I see a curtain of dark hair running down her back and pale, toned legs I’d know anywhere in the moonlight.
“Ally? What are you doing?” I whisper-rasp.
“Do you have a Sharpie in here somewhere?”
