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“Who are you talking to?” I ask, masking my irritation.
Her eyes flick toward me in surprise, like she hadn’t realized I was here, but her fingers continue moving across the screen.
“Just someone from the swim team.”
The swim team? Relief sweeps through me. Not another guy. Good.
“Are you thinking about trying out next season?” It’d be good for her. I don’t know anything about swimming, but I’ve seen Cecilia in the water. She’s fast.
“Umm …” Her cheeks pink. “They have a last-minute spot this season. One of the girls is injured,” she shrugs. “I’m thinking of trying out.”
“Yeah?” I smile wide, and her blush deepens.
“Mm Hmm.”
“When are tryouts?” I ask. It’s none of my business, but she’s talking to me and she hasn’t put any walls up yet. I want to keep her talking. See what else she might share.
“This Friday.”
Only a few days away.
“Hey, umm …” she sets her phone down on her desk and shifts in her seat to face me. There’s something she wants to ask me, but judging by the expression on her face, she doesn’t know where to start.
“Yeah?”
Cecilia chews on her bottom lip, and I have to fight back the urge to press my thumb against her mouth, freeing the abused flesh. She chews on her lip when she’s nervous.
What does she need to be nervous about?
“Did anything weird happen yesterday?”
My brows furrow together.
“During practice, I mean.”
Is she worried Holt and I beat the shit out of each other on the field? We sort of did, but not in the way she’d be implying.
“No. Not really.” I tell her. “Why? You worried about me?” The idea brings a smile to my face, but Cecilia doesn’t match it. She wrings her hands in her lap. An anxious gesture that makes my hackles rise.
“What happened?”
She drops her gaze. Shit. That means something did happen. But Holt was on the field with me the entire time.
“Did Holt?—”
“No,” she cuts me off. “Nothing like that. It wasn’t him.” She purses her lips together and turns her head away. I get the feeling that last part, the bit about it not beinghim, she didn’t mean to say that part out loud because it implies that it was someone.
Fuck.
“Cecilia—”
She shakes her head without looking at me. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
That’s not going to happen. But before I can pry her for more information, our professor walks into the room.
“Good morning. Today we’ll be discussing?—”
I tune him out and pull my phone from my pocket, firing a text off to Felix.
