Another giggle, and this time it's definitely right outside my door.
I narrow my eyes. "Is she listening?"
"No way." But Declan looks uncertain.
"She's eavesdropping." I stand up. "That bitch is literally standing outside my door listening to us."
"Sutton, wait."
But I'm already moving toward the door. Declan jumps up, grabbing his boxers.
"Let me handle this," he says.
"Why? So you can be nice to her?"
"No, so you don't commit murder. I kind of like having a girlfriend who's not in prison."
That makes me laugh despite my anger. "Fine. But if she's out there, I'm saying something."
"You already marked your territory pretty well the other day," he says with a smirk.
My face heats. "That was your fault."
"My fault you decided to basically mount me in front of everyone?" He's grinning now, pulling on his boxers. "I seem to remember you being very enthusiastic about it."
"Shut up." But I'm smiling now, too, remembering the look on Bree's face when she stormed out.
Another sound. Someone's definitely out there.
Declan moves to the door and yanks it open.
Bree jumps back, her eyes wide. She's wearing Holden's oversized T-shirt—and apparently nothing else. Her hair is a mess, her lips swollen.
"Oh!" She puts a hand to her chest. "Declan! You scared me."
"What are you doing outside Sutton's door?" His voice is cold.
"I was just walking by." She gestures vaguely down the hall. "On my way to the bathroom."
"The bathroom's the other direction," I say from behind Declan.
Bree's eyes flick to me, then back to Declan. "Right. I meant from the bathroom. I just came from there."
And then I knew.
She was hoping she might catch Declan leaving my room.
"You're pathetic," I snap, stepping beside Declan. "You can't stand that he chose me. He’s sleeping in my bed. You can skulk in the hall all you want; he’ll be in here.”
I slam the door in her face.
Declan looks at me with a cocky smile. “You’re feral.”
“I really don’t like her.”
“You don’t say.”
He pulls me back to bed and snuggles up close to me.
