I can’t let them hear. Can’t let them know.
Beneath the shameful tears, I feel something else stirring.
Impatience. Frustration.
Need.
I want more.Needmore.
Because I’ve never felt more alive than I did last night with my sweat-slick body trapped between Bastian and Kai’s.
Except this morning…when I made Kai kneel.
Chapter 25
Kai
I’m glaring so hard at Haven as I watch her run inside the GAZ sorority house that I don’t see the police cruiser until I exit the Uber outside my frat. When I turn to climb back into the car, the Uber driver’s already pulling off, leaving me stranded.
“Fuck.”
Rain plasters my hair over my forehead, and I swipe it out of my eyes with a shaking hand as I give the cruiser a nervous scan. I glance around, and seriously consider pulling a runner. But where the fuck would I go, right?
Anyway, if someone was going to arrest me, they’d have shown up at Rooke’s house last night. Both Kruger and iPhone knew where I was.
Unless they’d decided not to snitch.
Fuck this. Ezra’s not dead, just beat up.
They won’t send me to prison for punching my brother.
Will they?
I’m soaked by the time I convince myself to go through Nu Epsilon Xi’s front door. Soon as I close the door behind me, ashiver goes through me at the strange hush. Usually, this place is noisy as fuck.
When I hear gunfire from the TV room, I relax a little.
Everyone’s probably watching a movie in there.
Perfect. I can sneak up to my room, lock the door, and pretend I never?—
“There he is!”
I swing to face the archway leading into the kitchen, and my stomach flips over when I see a uniformed police officer standing by the counter.
“That’s Kai.”
Austin is sitting on one of the stools, iPhone standing a few feet away. He’d been busy on his phone—obviously—but looks up when Austin says my name.
The officer straightens a little when our eyes lock. “Kai Jordan? May I speak with you, please?”
Jesus, I don’t know what’s more terrifying. The calm way he says my name, or how polite he sounds. I was expecting to see Sheriff Mac. She comes round here at least once a month to cuss us out for raising hell on campus, then has a beer with us and watches a few minutes of whatever game’s on before she fucks off again.
This guy? Complete stranger.
Now I wish I’d taken my chances and run.
I drag my fingers through my hair. “Okay with you if I can catch a shower first?”
