As I crouched behind the kitchen counter, my pulse hammered in my chest, raw and rapid as Beth’s voice pierced the silence.
"Is someone there?” Beth’s voice cut through the dim light, and I could feel her gaze sweeping the room. Panic bubbled up inside me, as I could only hope the shadows would hide me.
I saw Reed stride in just as Beth hastily adjusted her disheveled blouse. His lips curled, the faintest smirk dancing there as he scanned the scene with dark, knowing eyes. It didn’t take him a second to piece together exactly what had gone on, and he let out a soft, mocking whistle.
"Hi, Reed," Beth stammered, her face flushed. “It’s… it’s not what it looks like.”
Reed let out a low, amused chuckle, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. He didn’t believe her; his expression made
