His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...
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"What?" I demand. "How did they get here already?"
"I texted Nicole while you were in the shower," he says.
"What? Why?"
"Well, to be accurate, she texted me to inform me you were missing, and Preston was the main suspect—though she also explained that Whitney believed I might have something to do with it—so I told her that both of those theories were correct and you were at my place. Then I sent her my address so that she and the others could come over," he explains. "By the way, I'm quite impressed with her ability to get my personal cellphone number in such a short period of time."
"She probably broke into the office again," I say, "She doesn't like wasting any time to—" I stop, eyes widening. "Wait. Did you say the others? You mean everyone's coming here?"
He nods.
I groan. "Whitler's going to kill you! She already thinks you're somehow behind everything!"
"She can't kill me, love," he says, smirking.
"You know what I meant!" I say, exasperated. "Why didn't you tell Nikki that you saved me so Whitler had enough time to, like, cool down or something!?"
"Because that would take up too much time," he says. "And it wouldn't be very interesting."
I roll my eyes and smack his shoulder, standing up. "I can't stand you."
He chuckles, following me. "I can tell," he says smugly as he walks to the door, the knocking becoming impatient as someone—Whitler, probably—starts pounding on the door.
"Wait!" I stop him. "I'll do it."
He looks back at me, tilting his head. "I'm perfectly capable of opening a door, Vixen."
"Yeah, but it'll be better if I do it," I say. "Trust me."
He shrugs, doing as I ask and stepping away from the door so I can open it.
With a deep breath, I turn the knob.
All I see is a blur of blue, green, and black before I'm tackled to the messy carpet.
