Page 98 of The Rule Breaker
I chuckle, already formulating a plan in my head. “We need a diversion.” I grab my phone, quickly typing out a message to Austin.
Me:
I need a diversion. No questions asked.
I hit send, tapping my fingers nervously against the screen as I wait. I’m not sure if he’ll come through, but I can only hope.
Before I have time to second-guess myself, a loud crash echoes from downstairs, followed by some yelling.
Isabella raises a brow, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “Was that the diversion?”
I shrug. “Why don’t we find out?”
I walk toward the door, peeking out through the crack. The hallway is empty.
“C’mon,” I mutter, holding out my hand to her.
She follows me down the hall, her soft footsteps echoing behind me.
“Are you five years old?” Nathan’s voice floats up from downstairs. “How the hell did you break all of our plates?”
I stifle a laugh as we slowly descend the stairs. That was one hell of a diversion.
“It just slipped, alright?” Austin replies.
The yelling gets louder as we move down, and I round the staircase, heading toward the back exit. We turn the corner, and I slip through the hallway to the door. I hold it open for Isabella, letting her go first.
She squeezes past me, heading outside, but before she can fully step out, I tug on her wrist, pulling her back toward me.
Her eyes widen in confusion. “Wha?—”
I cut her off, leaning down and crashing my lips to hers. My hands cup her face, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.
When I pull back, I can’t help but smile, smoothing a few stray strands of her hair from her face. “Couldn’t let you leave without doing that.”
Her smile widens, a playful glint in her eyes as she shakes her head. “Just say you’re obsessed with me already,” she teases, leaning in to press another kiss to my lips before stepping back.
I chuckle quietly, watching her slip through the door. I close it behind her, leaning my forehead against it.
She’s not wrong. I’m fucking obsessed with that girl, and it scares the hell out of me.
I pull my phone out, the screen buzzing with a message. Austin’s name flashes across the screen.
Austin:
You’re welcome.
Also, we need new plates.
I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head.
Fuck, that was way too close.
And yet, I regret nothing.
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