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I glance down at Puck, who’s sitting quietly beside me like the good boy he is. I wonder if the boys would notice if we disappeared into a taxi. Probably.
There’s growing tension between the boys as they have some sort of telepathic conversation amongst themselves.
“We should get going,” I tell them. Their face-off reminds me of all the times Mila and I would communicate through wave lengths. Well, we’d try anyway. Half the time we had no clue what the other person was getting at.
Bodhi breaks his gaze first. “I’ll drive you.”
Sebastian says, “Don’t think this conversation is over, Hoffman.”
Bodhi’s walking toward me, putting his palm on my lower back once more. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Henderson.”
I’m not sure what’s happening.
I’m not sure Iwantto know.
All I can focus on is the heat from his hand soaking through my shirt and setting my back on fire.
When the valet pulls his car around, he opens the back door for Puck to jump in before doing the same for me on thepassenger side. I stop at the curb and peek up at him through my lashes.
I’m not sure why I do it, or if I even have time to question it. One moment we’re staring at one another, and the next I’m standing on my tip toes and pressing my mouth against his cheek.
Except, at the last second, he moves his head a fraction and grazes the corner of my mouth with his. It’s such a quick moment, but I feel it all the same. My skin buzzes from my lips to my toes, and I curl them into my shoe at the sensation coursing through me.
I drop back down and hold my breath, ignoring the electricity that stands the hair on my arms up.
His intense blue eyes are locked on mine, and I’m not sure if he’s breathing. But then he says, “Get in,” in a hoarse voice that tells me he’s just as impacted by…this, by us, as I am.
It’s both comforting and terrifying at the same time.
After I slide into my seat, Bodhi bends down and grabs my seatbelt. And when his hands graze my body to buckle me in, my legs clench together involuntarily.
He sucks in a breath, turning a fraction to look at me. “You have no idea how much…” His throat bobs with a swallow, and he stops himself from finishing with a shake of his head.
I have to take a deep breath and force my body to relax despite him still being in my personal space. “What?”
Bodhi closes his eyes for a minute. “You should know something.” He pauses, opening his eyes to meet mine. “I wasn’t playing up anything in there, Honor.”
That’s all he says before he withdraws, closes my door, and rounds the front of the car.
I’m left with that last piece of truth the entire way home, unknowing of what to do with it, and too scared to admit how much Ireallylike hearing it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bodhi
Sebastian gives methe silent treatment for two days after I refuse to tell him what’s going on between Honor and I. Mostly because there’s nothing to tell.Yet. Which I told my best friend three times since our dinner, but he chooses to keep believing I’ve solely confided in his sister with the dirty details of my nonexistent dating life.
And letting him believe that is easier than trying to explain that I only needed it tolooklike Honor and I are a thing in front of Olive. We’d hashed out a lot of shit surrounding his need to meddle where he didn’t belong when it came to his sister, but I’m not sure he ever quite understood the depth of our situation. Then again, I had no intention of divulging what we’d done on their mother’s sofa, or how badly I’d wanted to do it again leading up to her letting me down gently back in Lindon.
“Are you done?” I ask Sebastian dryly, finally approaching him before we go on a third day without talking. I’d like to think I’m not the clingy type, but I hate not talking to my best friend. Plus, it’s taco night, and I hate missing out on tacos.
He’s grabbing his bag from his locker after a PT and footage day to prepare us for our game against California’s team. We always sit beside each other and make inappropriate comments about the opposing players until Coach Erikson threatens to separate us, but he sat across the room this time. People gawked at us like they could see the tension in the air. I’m pretty sureI even heard one of our teammate’s whisper the word “divorce” while shaking their head.
It takes Sebastian a second, but he eventually sighs heavily. “Tori told me I was being an idiot about this.”
Good to know he listens to one of us. “I could have told you that.”
His smile breaks free, even though he tries like hell to squash it. “I just didn’t get how you could tell someone other than me what’s going on in your personal life. How long have I been trying to get you to go on dates? Tori has tried setting you up with some of her friends and coworkers. But you’ve turned down everybody’s help.”
