After that day, I know it isn't that simple. The look in Selene's eyes spoke volumes to me.
That was a test, and I wasn't sure I was passing it.
When Selene left, I felt more confused than ever, her threat still lingers in my thoughts.
The weight of her secret now a burden on both of us who care deeply about each other.
She'll kill me, obviously she won't kill Elijah.
I need to do something before I get myself killed.
How could I be so stupid to think that she'll let it go easily?
I don't know what she thinks of herself. I hate that she still has her stupid effect on me, but one thing is clear, she won't let me go.
My thoughts are interrupted as I look up to see Elijah coming out of the shower as he speaks.
"You should totally come to Megan's party tonight," Elijah says, his eyes bright with excitement.
"It's going to be epic, you know she goes all out for these things."
I hesitate, glancing down at my phone. "I don't know, I've got a lot of work to do..."
"Come on," he coaxes, leaning closer.
"You need a break. Plus, I promise it'll be worth it. She's got a surprise in store."
With a sigh, I give in.
"Alright, I'll go."
But I know Megan doesn't like me, and of course, she's not going to be the most happy with me coming to her party with her dear brother.
I'm not even sure if Elijah told her anything.
Everything is happening so fast, it feels unreal.
The party is in full swing when I arrive.
The house is alive with laughter, and the smell of grilling meat wafts through the air.
I spot Elijah across the room, his shaggy hair bobbing as he chats with a group of friends.
He catches my eye and waves me over.
As I approach, I notice Selene lounging on the couch, her legs crossed in a way that seems to invite trouble.
The moment Selene sees me, she sits up straight, her eyes flickering with something I couldn't quite place.
The tension in the room grows palpable, thick as the smoke from the barbecue.
We sit down at the dinner table, Selene directly across from me.
Under the guise of casual conversation, Selene begins to playfully trace the edge of my sandal with her bare foot.
My eyes widen, but I say nothing, not wanting to make a scene.
I try to ignore it, focusing on the juicy burger in front of me, the sound of sizzling meat a stark contrast to the unspoken tension.
As the night goes on, Selene's teasing grows bolder.
She brushes her foot against my leg, a feather-light touch that makes my skin crawl.
Each time, my heart races, but I force a smile and change the subject.
The other guests seem oblivious to the silent war playing out beneath the table.
Selene's toes find their way under my dress, grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as I glare at her.
A smirk plays across her face as she looks at me.
It is all I can do not to jump out of my seat.
I feel a blush creeping up my neck and know I have to escape.
"Excuse me," I murmur, pushing my chair back.
"I'll be right back."
My heart pounding, I rush to the bathroom, the cool tiles a relief against my flushed cheeks.
I lock the door behind me and lean against it, trying to catch my breath. But I'm not alone for long.
The sound of Selene's footsteps echoes down the hallway, growing closer with every beat.
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