Page 71 of A Stealthy Situation

I groan as I think about what I sent him last night. “He’ll probably punch me in the face.”

“Eh. At least then you’ll have something new to complain about.”

“Fuck you, I don’t complain.”

“Not out loud.” He kicks his sheets off. “But your face is loud, and I’m sick of listening to it.”

“Hey. I just took on Asher for you.”

“As you should. You’re my twin. Deal with it.”

I scowl as he pulls a T-shirt on. “I thought you were disappearing. Can you do that faster?”

“Nah, because then I’ll miss your disastrous love life.”

“I don’t have a love life.”

Em pushes the window open. “We might look the same, but I’m so glad we weren’t gifted with matching attitudes.”

“You’d be lucky to be as delightful as I am, pyro.”

He laughs. “That was an accident!”

“Sure. Tell your old dean that.”

“Whatever. Just put some damn clothes on. I see our dick enough on my own, thanks.”

He jumps out the window, heading fuck knows where, but it’s not like it matters. I’m not planning on leaving my room today.

Everyone on campus can think Emmett’s me.

Hey, maybe Harrison will run into him first and yell at him instead.

I can only hope.

21

HARRISON

Entering statistics, I’m still not entirely sure what I’m going to do. It’s hard to believe that it’s been a whole week since I’ve seen Benny, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him.

What happened is so far out of my normal life, and now I’m supposed to get over it and move on.

Hell, he has.

My teeth snap at the thought of him being with someone else, but I haven’t given him reason to think there’s still anything between us, so I can’t blame him. It’s a shitty situation the whole way around.

Which is why, when I see his face a few rows up, I falter. I want to go up there, want to sit with him and try to talk. Because I really do want to put this whole thing behind us, but I just don’t know how.

But then our eyes meet, and my heart sinks.

It’s not Benny.

It’s his brother.

We watch each other for a moment before I change my mind about going up there and duck into the row beside where I’m standing instead. I can still feel his unfamiliar gaze on the back of my head.

“Hey,” I say vaguely to the guy I’ve sat beside.

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