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The next day, John B picked JJ and I up from his calm and nippy house, driving us to a destination that had to do with the old key, Pope twisted around his thick fingers.
All six of us were sitting in the twinkie in silence while random music sounded from the radio. John B drove us through a peaceful street surrounding us with numerous tall and ancient trees. He sent a couple of peeks through the small rearview mirror that hung near his head, at the blonde girl who didn't bother to sit in the passenger seat this time.
Nobody did.
The tension between them made us uncomfortable and nobody had the guts to sit in the middle of them, hearing the huffs and puffs and small murmurs they let out.
JJ's fingers crept up my soft upper thigh and down to my kneecaps that were crossed over the other as my slim arms were surrounded by his arm.
My head leaned against his shoulder, while his strong but peaceful cologne flew around my head. I scooted my body closer to him, trying to inhale more of the addicting smell that always lingered on his clothing and skin.
"Guys, the thing that Limbrey said, I don't think she meant to let it slip," Pope spoke up, snatching all of our attention.
"She said the key leads to the cross of Santo Domingo," Pope informed us, giving me a small glance before my brown eyes widened, and a small chuckle slipped from my boyfriend.
"Oh, look Maddie. It's your favorite place." Kiara pointed out, while I lifted my head away from JJ's shoulder and a small smile curled my soft lips. "Now, I'm excited for this key. I thought this key led to open up the wreck or the seafood shop." I idiotically said, slipping my arms off of JJ's warm skin, earning a small hum from Kiara.
"Wait, can I see it?" JJ asked, peeling his hand away from my thigh, reaching his arm toward Pope, and holding out his hand. Pope gave the old key one final glimpse before he plopped it in JJ's hand and JJ gradually pulled his hand back to us.
My eyes landed on the small key that laid on JJ's palm, examining the rusty color that covered it. When my eyes first laid on this key yesterday, I thought It was some sick joke. The key Pope found looked like something from an old fairy tale. Not many ridges to open any lock you put up against it, pretty slim body, with a little design on the tip of it.
I glanced up at my boyfriend to notice him carrying a serious complexion, as his blue eyes wandered every inch of the small key. After a few seconds of me staring, he kept on examining it, ignoring my peeks and making my eyebrows furrow, in bewilderment.
