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Ethan flipped the folder closed in his lap. “It’s a start, but I don’t understand what everyone sees in the bloke.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Do you really want to know?”
“Nope,” he shoved the folder back in the drawer, “but we finally have a lead.”
Finally.
Months of pranks, and it had been Maddie all along.
“That’s what it feels like,” I whispered as Ethan and I walked back to my wing at nearly four in the morning.
“What’s that?” Ethan paused in the middle of the hall.
“That’s what the note said after she shoved me in the closet, ‘That’s what it feels like,’ What did she mean? Like being alone?”
Ethan raised a brow and shook his head. “I don’t know, Jett, but it’s late. You need to rest. You should go back to Ollie.”
“But you were looking forward to hanging out,” I pointed out. This entire time Ethan had rushed me to finish, and now we were standing in the middle of the hallway, and he decided it was too late?
“Who are we kidding? You don’t belong with me or anyone else for that matter. You should be with Masters. Go back to him. It’s fine. Maybe I got what I needed from this time we did get to spend together.”
“You sure?” I asked, begging to hear the three-letter word. As much as I loved being around Ethan, all I wanted to do was sink beside Ollie, close my eyes, and allow sleep to take me.
“Yeah,” he grabbed my hand, “I’ll see you in a little while.” He squeezed my hand and forced a smile.
Ethan and I said our goodbye’s before I entered Ollie’s room. It was dark, and he hadn’t moved, still in the same place I’d left him. His chaotic brown hair stuck up as he laid on his side. Peeling off my hoodie, boots, and jeans, I admired his slightly parted lips as he slept lost in a dream, most likely thinking about us under the stars or strolling down the boardwalk. My lips broke out into a smile, and I sank in the bed beside him.
He nuzzled his head into my neck and dragged in a breath, moaning on exhale. “I missed you,” his throaty words and pillow-lips buzzed across my ear.
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