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“Yeah, well,” I say, twisting out of his hold to shut off the water, “you seemed tense. I figured the house budget isn’t the only thing that could use a little stress relief.”
His laugh punches out, surprised. “Christ, Elena.”
The bathroom door jiggles.
“Hello?” Damien calls from the hall, voice sharpening. “Is someone in here? Someone said they saw a…man come in here. It’s against policy.”
Ohhell no.
I point at the tiny window above the shower—frosted glass, barely a foot high.
“Well?” I whisper.
Colt follows my eyes and clocks it instantly.
“You think I could fit?” He asks.
“May as well try,” I say.
Without hesitation, Colt swings up, strong-armed and stupid-fast. The overhang creaks but holds him. He slides out, shoes hitting on the window. Meanwhile, my eyes are bright with disbelief.
I grab a towel and wrap it around me, then open the door to see Damien.
“Hello, why are you in here?” I bite out. “Is that entirely appropriate.”
Damien scoffs. “Well, ah, someone said…a man went in here.”
“Do I look like a man to you?”
“No, Miss…You don’t. But…” he peaks inside, clearly on the lookout for something. Or someone.Colt.
“Excuse me,” I ask, eyes wide and offended-innocent. “Do I need to file a complaint with your superior? This is highly inappropriate.”
Damien eyes me, and I think he swallows it. Not smoothly—but he swallows it.
I shoot Colt a text as soon as I get back to my locker.
Elena: Escaped.
We definitely took a risk tonight.
But we didn’tget caught.
And honestly?
That’s half the thrill.
Chapter Sixteen
COLT
I’m sprawled on my bed, the late-afternoon sun bleeding through the curtains in thin, warm stripes.
I’m supposed to be filling out paperwork for the freelance coaching gigs I was thinking about applying to.
You know.Being responsible.
I can’t help but keep thinking that I need to up my game, and get my life together or whatever.
