Evie
I'm a nervous wreckwhile Everly is trying to do my hair before the show. Of course she notices. The second she accidentally jabs me with a bobby pin, I nearly levitate out of my chair.
"Why are you so jumpy today?" she asks, her eyes locked on my face like she's preparing for the Inquisition.
"What? Who is jumpy? Not me."
"Uh-huh." My sister grins at me. "And you haven't been checking your phone every five minutes since we got here either, have you?"
"Nope, not me," I lie, sliding it off the makeup table. I tuck it under my leg, hiding it from her. Almost immediately, I want to pull it back out to look at it…just to see if Kingston has messaged me.
He's been radio silent all day. It's freaking me out a little bit. I'm not sure if I want him to show up tonight, if I want himnotto show up…or if I want to go back to last night, when he asked me if I thought about him inside me, so I can tell him the truth.
The truth is, Ihavethought about it. I've thought about it incessantly. My laundry is a mess of wet panties and sweaty sheets, and it's entirely his fault.
I think this is how addiction starts. First, your body lights up anytime you get the thing you crave. Then, you get twitchy when you don't get it. Then, before you know it, bam! You can't live without it.
Kingston Monroe is Pavlov'ing me. It's the only explanation for why his name makes me so giddy.
I'll die before I tell my nosy ass sister that I'm losing my mind over the Knights' Most Fuckable—I mean Most Valuable—Player. It's the truth, though. No matter how hard I try, I can't get him out of my head.
"Did you know that your eye twitches when you lie?" Everly asks, her tone conversational.
"No, it doesn't."
"It does. How do you think Mom and Dad always busted us when we were doing something we shouldn't have been doing? All they had to do was ask you and watch your eyes. If the right one started twitching, they knew you were full of shit," she insists. "It's twitching now, by the way."
I slap my hand over my right eye, which makes her cackle.
"I knew it!" she cries, spinning my chair around until I'm facing her. "Spill right now. What is up with you and the phone?"
"Nothing."
"You know I have your passwords."
Crap. I forgot about that.
"Don't you dare hack into my stuff, Everly Grace!"
"Tell me what you're trying to hide, and I won't."
"Fine! Kingston has been messaging me." I slap my hand over my mouth like I just revealed state secrets. I might as well have. She's never going to let this go.
"Well, duh." She crosses her arms, smirking at me. "Are they dirty messages?"
I scowl at her.
"They are, aren't they?"
"I'm not telling you that."
"That's a yes, then." Her smirk grows. "You're into him."
"No, I…" I can't even finish the lie. "He hinted that he might show up here tonight."
"So that's why you're so nervous!"
I shrug helplessly. "We haven't seen each other since the game. I don't even know what to say to him!"