The Way He Looked at Me
Desire.
The boy lingers until laughter spills from Ben, a sound that makes him unhook the gate and step through. His feigned surprise is mediocre at best, but his eyes betray him.
“See?” I whisper, victorious. “The boy next door… he’s got a thing for Ben Stirling.”
Tyler’s grin stretches wide, but there’s an edge in his tone: a warning, a thrill, a fire that promises trouble.
It’s a big day, he says. And maybe it is though I can’t help noticing the limp, the bandage, the wrappings that hint at scars still healing. Something’s brewing. Something isn’t settled. And we’re right at the edge of it.
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