Though Dave was standing by the door, pretending to scroll on his phone and nod at Josh, I could feel his eyes on me.
Like, really on me. My stomach flipped, my palms were sweating, and suddenly I felt like a cartoon character with steam coming out of my ears because I was about to get caught doing something I probably shouldn't have.
I tiptoed toward the door, trying to make myself small, invisible.
But of course, in true Elena fashion, my foot hit the edge of the rug with a loud thump.
My eyes practically shot open in horror. Dave glanced up from his phone, of course he did, and raised a brow.
"Where are you going?" he asked, calm but suspicious.
Oh. Crap. Right. Need an excuse.
An excuse that should be believable, which he would believe without batting his eye.
Something casual. Something that doesn't scream, I'm sneaking into Nicole's room to check his collarbone.
"Uh…" I mumbled, trying to make my voice sound normal, "I… uh… I'm… thirsty." Smooth.
