#26:

"Do you believe me?" he asked, squeezing me in his strong arms.
No.´´
He released a growl and looked me square in the eye.
"You're doing it again. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since we made love, and you're already grabbing at any tiny excuse to run.´´
"That's not true," I mumbled.
"Sure it is, but you're so fucked up, you little tasty." I already tasted you, and now I want more.- he sobbed against my chin, but I pushed him away.
"This is serious Matt. Give me that here.´´- I took the cell phone from him, and spent a few minutes on it.
He hadn't lied to me.
The photo had only been saved in his gallery for two hours.
And how did I know?
Well, because I discovered that they had sent it by WhatsApp.
I frowned.
The number that sent it to him seemed familiar to me.
I looked for my phone, and typed the number until one of my contacts came up.
I never wanted to keep it.
But she insisted.
She told me it was important, in case she had to come back late and I won't hear her play because I'm a deep sleeper.
But how was it possible?
How was it possible that the fucking photograph had been sent from Amalia's cell phone?
There was only one possible answer.
The murderer!
Oh no.
OH NO!
I had spent months wishing the strangler would be interested in someone other than himself.
I had wished for the killer to chase the twins so many times, and now, it seemed my wish had come true.
I looked at Matt, so cute, so smart, so sexy, and stark naked on my bed, looking at me with the face of a cat that ate a hummingbird but now wanted to lick its bones, and my heart contracted.
Amalias´photograph could only mean one thing.
Was Matt the next victim?

"Well, I don't think so." He contradicted me. ´´That guy is a bully. I´m convinced that he murdered Amalia because she knew some shady secret. But he won't mess with me, because he's such a coward that he only attacks women.´´
I bit my lip.
´´Do you know who it is? Do you know who killed her? - I whispered.
Matt turned on the bed, covering my face with kisses, and searching the warm spot between my thighs with his fingers.
´´It's Saturday. We don't have classes, we could spend the whole day together and…´´
"Study?" I interrupted, squealing against his mouth as he pinched my clit.
´´Oh yeah. Anatomy, physiology…and sexology. I will be your teacher.´´
I laughed, but my laughter quickly turned to a moan as the good twin shoved two fingers into my cunt.
***
On Monday, I returned to class with an “it wasn't me” face, after spending the weekend practically locked in my room with Matt.
He went to his house, for food and to bathe only, the rest of the time we spent in my bed, kissing and touching each other.
Oh, I was so happy.
That was one of the happiest weekends of my life.
However, on Monday I snapped back to reality.
The murderer was on the loose, and what was worse, he had put his clothes on my…boyfriends?
And besides, Matt seemed to know who the killer was and didn't seem to be afraid of him.
Could it be Mark?
I mean, maybe he found out that Amalia was bitching with her brothers and half the hospital, or even that she was a prostitute?
And in a fit of rage he killed her.
Could be…
I was almost reaching the hospital, pondering the possibilities, when a motorcycle cut me off.
Matt removed his helmet and gave me a scowl.
"I told you I would bring you. Why didn't you wait for me? ´´ he scolded me.
It had only been a couple of hours since I had last seen him, but oh, he looked so cute with all his messy hair and his cheeks flushed with anger.
I smiled, moved closer, and placing my arms around his neck, I kissed him.
He relaxed into my embrace, pulling me into his body, his hands taking hold of my hips.
"I'm scared." I whispered against his mouth. I don't want you to get hurt because of me.
"What do you want us to do then?"
I bit my bottom lip.
"Could we keep our relationship a secret? At least for a time?´´
"How long?" he muttered discontently.
"Until they catch the killer."
Matt released a breath.
“That won't do any good, Rosy. Don't you see? He already knows we're together.´´
I frowned.
´´It's obvious. – he continued. – That's why he sent me that photo of Amalia, to try to scare me.´´
I tried to pull away but Matt squeezed me against his chest.
´´I don't give a shit about that guy, I don't want to hide our thing.´´
"Please?"
He bit my ear, and I squealed.
´´Ow! That hurt me´´ - I protested, caressing my battered skin.
"You're extremely annoying, you know that? And don't play dumb, you're mine and you know it.´´
He kissed me.
´´All mine. You, and you delicious hummingbird.´´
I laughed.
"Does that mean you're my boyfriend?"
“That means we're together, Rosy.´´
***
´´This time you can't deny it anymore.- Lizet commented, cracking her boiled egg to eat it.- I saw you kissing.´´
"Yes, I don't deny it. We are a couple.´´
´´ Are you sure? Aren't you…I don't know, some kind of fuck buddies?´´
I stirred the peas, but I really wasn't hungry anymore.
´´No. Matt made that clear to me. I'm his girlfriend.´´
´´That's great. It was time that you gave your arm to twist. The poor thing was half crazy running after you.´´
´´ It does not bother you? ´´– I questioned her.
´´No. Let's see, it was good that he looked after me and took me to the bedrooms, but he's not the boy I like.- He whispered, looking at another table.
Maikol always sat in it, alone.
´´Really?´´
Lizet bit her lip and looked straight at me.
´´Oh yeah. It may seem like it's a bit of a geek. It is true that he is quite shy and quiet, but he fucks like an animal.´´
Huh?
“We had duty together once, and I asked him if he was a virgin. Big mistake. – She lowered her voice and approached me. – We got into the bathroom of the boarding room , and we did it under the shower. Fuck! Just remembering it makes me hot.´´
I looked at the boy again.
His surly expression and his big glasses made him look like an insufferable Know-it-all, and he was.
He was one of the quietest and most studious of our group. And besides, he carried out a kind of silent competition against the Montalvos.
I looked at Lizet, tall, pretty, with black haired... well, they didn't match at all, but hell... I wasn't a Barbie either, and I was mounting one of the most coveted stallions in my class.
I smiled to myself.
A Montalvo and I...
Who'd say?