My eyes narrowed. Yeah. What’s wrong with that?
Grinning like a madman, his gaze shifted to mine and he raised his eyebrows. That would’ve been awkward.You think? I pushed at his chest with my right hand even though I wanted to pull him back onto me. You should probably get going.
Yeah. Sebastian chuckled as he rolled onto his side. But first, I want to ask you to do something.You know how we don’t have a late practice on Thursday before the game? he asked, and I nodded. So I’ll be home early, and Mom and Dad want to have dinner with my new girlfriend.I froze. Did I hear him correctly? No way. But when I turned my head toward him and saw the smile, that sexy, heart-smashing smile, I knew I’d heard him right. A surge of conflicting thoughts and feelings swamped me. Elation was like a balloon lifting me up to the ceiling, but I was popped of all air before I could reach it. Guilt dug in with icy claws, latching itself deep to my chest.
Girlfriend? I whispered, sitting up so quickly pain lanced across my ribs.He rose up on his elbow, grinning. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what guys call girls that they kiss and want to do other things with... His gaze became heavy hooded. Girlfriend.
How...how could I be doing this right now, lying in bed with him, making out and experiencing all of this, when Megan was just buried and she was dead because I didn’t...I didn’t do enough to stop what happened?
I wanted to peel my own skin off, because I’d never felt more gross, more selfish, than I did right then in my entire life. No.We rushed outside and across the front yard, the grass warm and wet under my feet. I stopped at the thick hedges and turned back, raising my gaze. My bedroom was in the back of the house, overlooking the backyard, and there was nothing I could see from here.
My chest hurt as I shuddered. He had to have gotten in through the window. The front door was locked. He had to have climbed the tree and opened the window.Mom said nothing as she wrapped her arms around me. Within seconds, I could hear the blaring of sirens and the steady approach calmed my nerves a little bit, but all I could think about was that thing being in the house with Mom and for God knows how long.
Three city police cruisers arrived, one after another. One of the cops hustled us out to the sidewalk as two of them went inside, guns drawn.I sat down on the curb, watching the red and blue lights whirl over the road as Mom repeated to the officer what I had said. He immediately asked if it was the same kind of mask the attacker had worn Saturday night.