Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 73

(Angel's POV)

I woke up and felt my skin buzzing from last night. My face felt warm and I couldn't stop myself from blushing at the memory of Thomas and me on the porch of all places. We had been so reckless. How had we not been caught? My mind replayed the way his hands moved and how his lips felt on mine, and a shiver ran down my spine. I hadn't expected Thomas to be that good.

I slipped out of bed and tried to act normal, but every inch of me felt like it was humming with electricity. My thoughts raced as I wondered how Thomas, the quiet and mysterious guy I never thought I'd be close to, could make me feel that way. I caught my reflection in the mirror when I splashed cold water on my face. My cheeks were still flushed.

Hande was rummaging through her stuff and humming to herself. She suddenly stopped and turned to me with a smirk.

"Why are you so red this morning?" Hande asked and raised an eyebrow. "Did something... happen?"

I froze as my heart raced again, but I forced a laugh. "What? No, nothing happened," I said and waved her off, hoping she wouldn't push further.

Hande wasn't convinced. She stepped closer and tilted her head like she was inspecting me for clues. "Come on, Angel. You're practically glowing. You can't fool me."

Before I could think of a way to change the subject, Dilara, who had been sitting quietly on her bed, looked up and said, "It's Thomas, isn't it?"

always being observant. But how the hell could she

our Angel hooked

scoffed from her corner of the room. "Nah, I always thought he was into guys. Have you seen the way he acts around Hendrix? Always looking like he's about to punch

was thick as she added, "Oui, Thomas et Hendrix... zey always fight like

nervously with them, but inside my stomach flipped. They had no idea how right Dilara was, and the thought of anyone finding out

alone in the room. I sat on the edge of my bed and tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that troubled me.

where I had been hiding it ever since Hendrix and I stole it from the West Wing. My heart sank into my stomach. The journal

pillow aside and checked under the bed frame, flipping

it could have gone. There was only one person who would dare take it-Ava. She had done it once before, and she wouldn't hesitate to do it again. But I had no proof. I couldn't accuse her without evidence, and if I confronted her, she'd know I

loss. That journal held all the damning evidence about the center's twisted operations-Hendrix's fake illness, the surgeries,

a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I couldn't let the others know-not yet. Not until I figured

...

(Ava's POV)

right and wrong had