“Really?” He looked so happy for her. She squealed and launched herself at him.
“Should we leave?” Noah asked me quietly.
While I didn’t have anything against PDA, I didn’t want to see my best friend sucking his girlfriend’s face. “Maybe?”
Savannah stepped back before Noah or I could say anything. She looked over at us, her face slightly flushed. “So, what’s going on?” she asked, slightly breathless. “Did Dustin kiss someone else he wasn’t supposed to?” she teased.
“Wow,” I muttered. “I love that your first assumption is that it’s my fault.”
She didn’t even pretend to feel bad. “You mean because you enjoy bringing chaos into your roommates’ lives? It’s reasonable.”
Noah nodded. “She’s got a point.”
I opened my mouth to argue, then shut it. Okay, maybe that’s fair.
Dante shook his head, stepping away from her, but reaching out to take her hand. They were never not touching. It was... suffocating.
Dante pulled her attention back to him with a slight tug on her hand. “Hadley’s asking too many questions. She’s clever — it’s stuff that sounds innocent, but isn’t.”
Savannah’s brows shot up. “Oh, wow, I thought she’d be subtle. I’m so glad they didn’t give her to any of you.”
“I was too, but at least with us, we’d handle her, you know? The freshman just gawks a lot,” I said bitterly.
“He’s rattled,” Dante told her.
“I’m not rattled.”
“You’re rattled,” Noah agreed.
Savannah stepped in front of me, looking up with that intimidating older-sister energy she seemed to have perfected overnight. “Dustin? Why are you rattled?”
Chapter 10
Dustin
“I’m not rattled,” I said immediately.
All three of them made the exact same face — the ‘we do not believe a single word out of your mouth’ look.
Noah folded his arms. “Then why do you stare at her like she kicked your puppy?”
What?“I don’t have a puppy.”
“Exactly,” Dante said. “Which means your face was even worse.”
I groaned. “Look, she just... she notices shit.”
“Like what?” Savannah asked.
I hesitated. Because saying it out loud showed them how much I was watching her. Fuck it, they already thought I wasrattled. “Like... left-foot compensation. Breathing patterns. Why injured guys sit in the back during film. Why Whittaker wobbles on his bench reps. Stuff none of us pay attention to.”
Noah frowned. “She saw all that since she started?”
“She saw thattoday,” I snapped, and then felt like a jerk for doing it. “She pays attention,” I muttered.
Savannah’s eyes sharpened. “To you?”
“No,” I lied. “To everything. She sees stuff that—”