Untouched (Bay Falls High, #1)(14)

“Okay… there was another guy. The one smoking.”

“Right. The one you didn’t get close to but secretly did.”

I swallowed hard. “He was smoking in school and handed me the cigarette and I got caught. But I didn’t get into trouble. So whatever.”

“Okay. Who else?”

“Well, I don’t know who he was or where he was from. It was at the beach.”

“You a beach bum, girl?” Kip asked.

God his eyes knew how to sparkle. And his nose, cheeks, lips, teeth… just… damn…

“Not really,” I said. “I just saw someone there.”

“Lots of people at the beach.”

“This was different.”

“How so?”

That first voice rang through my head. The warning of getting amnesia and getting homesick.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “I have to go. I need to find my way out of here.”

I took a step and Kip grabbed my hand. He used his other hand to trace ticklish lines up and down all my fingers at once.

“That’s the problem here, Ti,” Kip whispered. “Once you’re lost here… you’re lost for good.”

I pulled my hand away. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded. “What’d you see at the beach? Something wild? People fucking in the ocean?”

“What?” I yelled.

“You never did that?”

My face burned red.

Kip let out a groan. “Damn, girl, where are you from?”

“Getting naked and into the ocean?” I asked. “Not my thing.”

“Well, we could make it your thing,” Kip said.

So, again, perfect blue eyes with one thing in mind behind them.

“Whatever,” I said.

“Okay, wait a second, girl,” Kip said. “Tell me what you saw and I’ll get you out of here.”

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Just curious. I mean, if it wasn’t two people fucking, what could stick in your mind that much?”

“How about someone getting murdered?” I asked.

God, all I wanted to do was overpower one of these guys just once and walk away.

“Damn,” Kip said. “Murder?”

“Drowning.”

“Fuck. In the water?”

“Yeah. So maybe you get why I’m not exactly eager to get naked and jump into the water?”

That didn’t faze Kip for a second.

He got closer. “Forget the water then, girl. We can still get you naked. Give you a proper welcome to BFH.”

BFH. How fucking fancy, right?

“I’ve had my proper welcome already,” I said.

“Who’d you fuck already?”

“What? I didn’t fuck anyone. Is that all you think about?”

“Mostly.”

“Good to know. See you around, Kip.”

He jumped in front of me. “Finish the story. Who was murdered?”

“I don’t think anyone,” I said. “I mean… I saw someone drowning someone and I ran. But then I went back. I felt guilty. You know? But there was no body.”

“Could have been swept away.”

“I thought that too. But… someone came up behind me. Said he didn’t murder anyone.”

“That sounds fucking dangerous, girl.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Doesn’t bother me I guess.”

I played my last tough girl card.

Kip backed away.

He nodded and rubbed his smooth chin.

“What’s your favorite animal?” he asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Can I guess?” Kip asked.

“My favorite animal? Sure.”

“I bet it’s a fucking rat,” a voice said from behind me.

I knew the voice.

Tall, hot guy slowly walked by me, purposely bumping into me to knock me out of the way. The smell of his cologne hit my nose and twisted my heart, releasing those curious butterflies everywhere again.

He stood next to Kip.

And Kip was no longer anything resembling sweet or flirty.

I took a shaky breath.

And guess what I smelled?

Smoke.

Before I could even think about turning back again I saw sexy smoker walking by me. The smell of his smoke collided with the smell of tall, hot guy’s cologne. And then the smell of Kip. My body didn’t know what to do with itself.

The three of them stood there, side by side.

Tall, hot guy the tallest, shoulders widest, the look on his face nothing but pure trouble. Which fit considering I had seen him almost kill someone.

Kip in the middle with his cool and sweet look but he was anything but. The way his lip slowly curled, telling me he enjoyed goading me into telling him what I had seen at the beach.

And then sexy smoker. Tall, dark, brooding, the cigarette touching his lips again.

I had no idea who they all were. But they were connected obviously. And whatever I had seen at the beach wasn’t something to take lightly. Even though I hadn’t told anyone.

Well, except Kip… because you fell for the blue eyed surfer look…

“You like rats, sugar?” tall, hot guy asked in that wicked voice.