Dirty Dreams novel · Chapter 11 of 24

Chapter 11: Rule One

"That's the closet," I said, loud and fast. "The hangers do that. They've done it since I was twelve."

Dylan's head turned back to me.

"The hangers."

"The door doesn't latch. Mom keeps saying she'll get it fixed."

He looked at the closet for a long moment.

Then he let out a short breath and dropped his hand from my face.

"I'm losing it," he said. "I'm sorry. Go to sleep."

"Dylan."

"Night, Kenna."

He went out, and the door clicked shut behind him.

I waited until his footsteps faded down the hall.

The closet opened a crack, and Brody's eye appeared in it.

"Hangers," he whispered.

"Go home."

"You're the best liar I've ever met."

"Go. Home."

He slipped out the window onto the porch roof, grinning, and was gone.

The next afternoon, at the pool, he broke Rule One.

It was hot, and the yard was full of music.

My mother had left a note about a salad in the fridge, and Dylan's dad was off at his brother's.

I was floating on my back in the water with my eyes closed when a hand closed on my hip under the surface and slid around to my stomach.

It was warm, wet and possessive.

I opened my eyes.

Brody stood beside me in the shallow end, shoulder deep, with his chin up and his hand on me.

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