Page 38 of With the Stars

Rex licked his lips. “You got his face?”

“I don’t know about that. Minho will, but I wonder if it was the same person who came to me tonight. Whoever it was wanted me to know I had to watch my back.”

Rex glanced away, his eyes distant. “Maybe this person wanted to make sure you stayed safe.”

“I think so. He could have done anything to me. I didn’t know he was there. I was completely defenseless.” Rex’s eyes snapped to Peter’s. “But he warned me instead. Just… just be careful.”

“I will. So when is Minho moving in?”

“He’s gone to pack some things now.”

“What’s it like?”

Peter furrowed his brow, unsure what Rex wanted to know. “What?”

“Telepathy. What’s it like?”

“I don’t know how to explain it.” Peter stared down at his hands. He held them loosely between his thighs. “He’s there.”

“In your head? Like a presence?”

Peter shot Rex a look, his eyes narrowing. How would Rex know? “How—”

“Like something there but not? I keep trying to figure it out.”

“Did I mention him being there in my head?”

Rex blinked then shrugged. “I think you did when you said something about telepathy.”

“Oh.” Furrowing his brow, Peter tried to remember when he had mentioned it but couldn’t recall. “Maybe I did. A lot has happened the past few days. Are we good?”

“Yeah.” Rex licked his lips. “I’m just worried.” Shrugging, he picked up his pen. “I need to get this finished.”

Peter stood and ruffled Rex’s hair. “I’ll be downstairs if you want me.”

Rex had a distant look on his face and didn’t respond straight away. “I’ll be hungry soon,” he murmured.

“I’ll order something. Pizza?” One of Rex’s favorites, so Peter knew he couldn’t go wrong with that.

“What? Oh, pizza?” Rex was distracted. “I’d love some pizza.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m thinking about this.” Rex pointed to his homework.

“I’ll let you know when the pizza is here.” As Peter left Rex’s room, he reached out to Minho.I think Rex is hiding how he really feels.

Give him time. A lot has happened recently and we’re all adjusting. I’ll be in your bedroom.

Peter sighed and walked into his bedroom as Minho appeared with a couple of bags. “That’s it?”

Shrugging, Minho placed the bags on the floor. “The important items are here. I can bring the rest over in time.”

“I should clear out some space for you.” Peter looked at his furniture, the ones Diane had chosen.

“Do you want to show me where I can put my things?” Minho asked softly. “I can keep them in the bags until you’re ready.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” Peter walked into Minho’s arms, letting him hold him. “Never thought I’d feel this way about seeing you here. Diane picked out the furniture.” Peter looked at the pale cream closets and sighed. “She wanted a bright bedroom.”

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