“I didn’t.”
“You did, and you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” he said again, but his tone lacked any of its previous fight.
I smirked at the window. “Sure.”
A few seconds passed before he said, quieter this time, “You did look good out there.”
My head turned toward him quickly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I let myself sit with that for a second, then asked, “You gonna come to another tournament?”
He took his time answering. “Maybe.”
“You mean yes.”
“I mean maybe.”
“You’re gonna sit there jealous in the stands again?”
“Keep pushing and I won’t come.”
I grinned. “You liked watching me win.”
He didn’t deny it.
That told me enough.
I leaned back and let the smirk stay on my face. “Thought so.”
He was quiet for a second, then went, “I liked being there.”
That fucked with me more than the jealousy thing.
I looked down at the medal in my lap so he wouldn’t see too much on my face. “Cool.”
He glanced at me. “You’re bad at acting normal.”
I laughed under my breath. “You’re one to talk.”
That got me another almost-smile, and the rest of the drive felt different after that. My head kept circling back to what Keaton had admitted without meaning to. He hadn’t liked watching other guys with their hands on me, and he hadn’t even tried to hide it by the end. I kept looking at him when he was focused on the road, thinking about undoing his jeans and touching him. Thinking about him rolling on top of me, doing more than kissing, which we did a lot of. The whole car felt too small and not small enough at the same time, and by then I wanted the drive to take longer just so I didn’t have to stop wanting him.
The moment we turned onto our street, flashing red and blue lights hit the inside of the car.
My stomach dropped so fast it hurt.
Keaton slowed down. “What the hell?”
An ambulance sat at the end of my driveway. Fire trucks were parked out front. A few neighbors stood on the sidewalk, staring toward our houses.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed, before looking at my best friend.
Every bit of color drained from his face. “I think they’re at my place.”
He pulled to the curb so fast the car jerked, and we both jumped out as he cut the engine.
