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I handed King his phone back, and attempted to do the same with his earbud. He took the phone, but not the earbud.

I put it back in my ear, and he turned on one of my favorite rock songs.

It helped.

He shouldn’t have known it would, but he did. That felt significant.

I made it through the rest of the appointment without losing my shit.

King draped his arm over my shoulder as soon as we left the medical center, stepping back into the arena's hallways.

I liked having his arm on my shoulders more than I really knew what to do with. He’d done the same thing when we were walking into the building, and I’d felt the same way about it then.

We wove through long halls on our way back to the doors we’d come in through.

"You need a release,” King said into my ear, when no one was too close to us.

I gave him a look. "We can’t fuck in the car. It takes too long now.”

"We know where the women’s locker room is. And that it’s empty right now.” He met my gaze. And lifted an eyebrow when I didn’t look away.

"Is that a dare?” I asked.

"Yup.”

My lips twitched. "Fine. I’ll take your dare. Let’s go.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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It didn’t take long to get to the locker room.

Or for King to spin me around, pin me to the lockers, and fuck me again while my back was to his chest.

The sex was still mind-blowing.

He had to cover my mouth to keep me quiet. And bite my shoulder, to keep himself quiet.

We got out of there as fast as possible when we were done, trading wild grins as we slid into his car. Both of us smelled strongly of sex, and each other.

I took his hand completely by accident as he pulled out of the parking lot, and he lifted our palms to his mouth. The kiss he pressed to my knuckles was intentional.

"We’re so late,” I said, my heart still beating faster than it had any right to.

"At least an hour,” King confirmed.

"I’m sure Mal and Paige would’ve texted me if they had a problem.” I dug my phone out of my bag. "Nothing big could’ve happened in one—shit.” I cut myself off when I saw my phone’s screen.

"What?” King demanded.

"It’s Paige. Mal says Hollis did something to piss her off, and Paige left. Fuck. I have to call her.”

I hit the button, lifting the phone to my ear. I tried to release King’s hand, but he held on tightly, not letting me put distance between us.

The phone went to voicemail.

I called Mallory, afterward.