33 — “Who I really want.”

Amber is approaching quickly, and when she notices me, her expression closes. Only then I realize that Jasper's hands are still on my arms, and he's holding me close to his body.

What is she doing here?

And why are they both out here so late…?

I put my palms on his chest to discreetly push him away, but he doesn't move a single muscle. Biting the inside of my cheek, I feel a bitterness rise in my throat… I'm clearly in the way of something.

Jasper's eyes are on me, even though Amber is standing next to him, looking directly into his face with eyes that shine like this starry sky. It makes my stomach twist.

“I knew it was you… I wouldn't be able to mistake you for anyone else.” Amber touches his arm, entwining her fingers around the muscle in his arm, exposed by the t-shirt. And her eyes go to his hand on my skin.

“What are you doing here, Amber?” Jasper rests his eyes on her, pulling his arm free of her touch, but keeping one of his hands on me.

“Your team will be participating in the