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“About?”
“That this has been a lot for one day. Can you take me home?”
It’s the last thing I want to do, but I nod.
“Okay. I just . . . can I use the bathroom?”
“Second door on the right,” I say.
She looks at me with tears pooling in her eyes, but she doesn’t let me see them drop. She turns and walks away, leaving me feeling worse than I ever have before.
I shoot a text to Emmett and then throw my phone, not giving a shit what his reply will be.
Me: I’m done lying. Whatever you think you know about us, you don’t know it all. I can’t do this anymore, and I won’t. Fuck your case. Find the killer without Brielle. I am telling her everything.
I sink down onto the couch with my head in my hands and try to figure out how to start the process of telling her the truth about us without ruining everything.
ChapterTwenty-Five
BRIELLE
Ican’t stop feeling like Spencer is lying. He said no lies, and I believe him, but the way he has been since we made love has suspicion taking root inside me.
I exit the bathroom silently and walk back into his room, drawn to the space.
My fingers wrap around the knob and a memory flashes.
Spencer is removing my clothes, throwing them around the room with a grin. “I want you naked.”
“I bet you do.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” His hands grip my ass, pulling me against him.
“I look forward to it.”
“You should.”
I giggle as he tosses me onto the bed, and then I spread my arms wide and smirk. “I’m waiting.”
The memory drifts away, and another appears.
“I don’t want to tell him.” I am naked with the sheet wrapped around me.
“We are going to have to at some point,” Spencer says as he climbs back into bed with me. Immediately, I snuggle into his side, resting my head on his chest.
I don’t want to tell Isaac or anyone. I am happy just like this. The bubble we have created is perfect, and when it pops, we’ll be forced to deal with everyone’s opinions. We are happy as we are, and even if we never become anything more than this, I selfishly want to keep these moments untarnished by the outside world.
I sigh, resting my chin on my hand. “No, we don’t. We’re grown adults, and it’s no one’s business what we do.”
“You can’t want this, Brie. You’re not some random hookup.”
“Aren’t I?” I challenge. “Because that’s what this is.”
Spencer’s green eyes stare down at me. “You could never be random.”
“But we can never be more.”
“Why is that?”
