I should have told them this was how we got caught in the first place.

I didn’t.

“People are talking,” I said.

“Let them.” Knox pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the bench. “They’ve been talking about us for years. Now they have a name to put with it.”

Riven stood. He crossed the tiles, backed me into the row of lockers, and kissed me like he had been holding it since morning. It wasn’t gentle. His hands went under my polo, hot against my skin, and I grabbed his shirt because my knees went soft too fast.

Knox came up beside us. He didn’t wait his turn....