Chapter 32: Violet

Even though the building is closed for the evening and everything is dark and silent, I pitch my voice low in case the janitorial staff is hanging around. "Should we be here?"

What if there are surveillance cameras capturing our every move?

That thought leaves me gulping before my eyes search the corners of the echoing hallway we're currently sneaking down.

All right, fine...I'm the one sneaking.

Think Mission Impossible covertness. I'm pulling from all three movies at this point. Sam, of course, is simply walking beside me with a sexy-as-all-hell saunter. Like it's no big deal that we're prowling around the athletic center after hours.

"As long as we don't get caught, there's nothing to worry about."

The comment has me skidding to a halt. "You're joking, right?"

His lips lift into an adorable smile that, under normal circumstances, would melt my heart and flood my panties with heat. At the moment, my nerves are too jacked up for melting or flooding of any kind.

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