Frequencies of Us Chapter 84: Mic Whispers and Window Shadows

Noah POV

I kiss him back, deeper now. My tongue slides into his mouth, slow and needy. He moans, quiet but real. My hands grab his shirt, tugging it up quick. He pulls it off, letting it drop. I touch his chest, fingers sliding over his skin. He’s warm, firm. I kiss his neck, sucking soft. He groans louder, hands undoing my jeans fast. I help him, pushing them down. He grabs me, tight and hot. I gasp, loud, legs shaking.

His fingers move, slow then fast. I bite my lip, holding in a moan. It slips out anyway, rough and desperate. He kisses me deep, swallowing the sound. My hands fumble with his shorts, shoving them down. I feel him, hard and hot. I stroke him, matching his pace. Our breaths mix, quick and messy. He pulls my hair, just a little. I groan, too loud. He presses his mouth to mine, keeping me quiet.

I push closer, hips rocking into his hand. He’s trembling, close. I feel it too, building wild and fast. “Noah,” he whispers, voice breaking. That’s it. I lose it, spilling over his fingers, shaking hard. He follows fast, a low growl in his throat. We hold each other, panting, sticky and close. His forehead rests on mine. Our breaths slow, matching. It’s sweet, perfect, even now.

I pull back, smiling shy. He grins, eyes bright. I fix my jeans, hands slow on the zipper. He pulls his shorts up, laughing quiet. “You’re too good,” he says, teasing. I shrug. “Only for you.” My chest feels warm, full of him. He steps closer, kissing my forehead. I lean into him, feeling steady. For a second, it’s just us, no crash, no threats.

I turn back to the mic, plugging it in. “Let’s check this,” I say, voice shaky. He nods, standing close. I hit play on the recorder. A voice crackles out, clear and sharp. It’s Lena. “Trash it, or you’re done,” she says, mean and low. Then Caleb, quiet. “Okay.” My stomach jumps, excited. “That’s it!” I say, fast. Mateo leans in, eyes wide. “She bribed him,” he says, voice hard.

The mic pops again, loud. Ortiz’s voice barks through. “Erase it now!” My hands shake, fumbling the controls. My heart slams, scared and mad. “They’re covering up,” I say, voice trembling. Mateo grabs my arm, steadying me. “We’ve got them,” he says, strong. I nod, hope flickering. This could end it, save us.

I rewind the tape, listening close. My hands sweat, slippery on the buttons. Lena’s voice again, Ortiz’s orders. My chest tightens, angry. They’ve been playing us, all this time. The crash, the photos, the pranks. My stomach twists, sick. I want to smash the mic, break something. Mateo’s hand stays on me, warm and sure. “We’re okay,” he whispers. I nod, trying to believe him.

A shadow moves at the window. My head snaps up. Tap, tap, tap. My heart jumps, fast. Someone’s out there, silhouette sharp against the dusk. My breath stops, cold. “Mateo,” I say, voice breaking. He turns, quick. “Who’s that?” he says, low and rough. I shake my head, scared stiff. The tapping gets louder, steady and creepy.

I step back, grabbing his hand. “They’re watching,” I say, quiet. He nods, pulling me close. My legs shake, weak. My mind races. Lena? Ryan? Ortiz? Someone new? My chest burns, panic rising. The shadow shifts, tall and still. My stomach flips, hard. “What do they want?” I say, voice small. Mateo squeezes my hand, tight. “Doesn’t matter,” he says. “We’ve got this.”

I want to believe him, but my heart’s pounding wild. The tapping stops, sudden. My breath catches, waiting. Silence falls, heavy and wrong. I stare at the window, frozen. The shadow’s still there, watching. My hands sweat, shaky in his. “Noah,” he says, soft. I nod, swallowing hard. My throat’s dry, stuck.

I step to the recorder, hands trembling. “We need to save this,” I say, fast. He nods, helping me. I pull the tape out, quick. My fingers fumble, clumsy. The shadow moves again, slow. My chest tightens, scared. “They know we’re here,” I say, voice cracking. Mateo grabs the tape, shoving it in his pocket. “Let’s go,” he says, firm.

We turn to the door, ready to run. My legs feel heavy, tired. The window creaks, loud. My head spins back. The shadow’s gone. My stomach drops, confused. “Where’d they go?” I say, fast. Mateo pulls me closer, arm around me. “Don’t know,” he says, worried. My heart slams, loud in my ears.

A bang hits the door, sharp and hard. I jump, grabbing him tight. “What’s that?” I yell, panicked. He steps in front, fists up. “Stay back,” he says, voice rough. The bang comes again, louder. My chest hurts, scared and mad. “They’re coming,” I say, voice breaking. He nods, jaw tight. My hands shake bad, sweaty in his.

The mic crackles one more time. My head jerks up. A laugh, low and mean. “You can’t run, Keller.” My blood runs cold. It’s not Ortiz. Not Lena. My stomach twists, sick. “Who’s that?” I say, fast. Mateo grabs my arm, pulling me to the door. “Don’t matter,” he says, quick. The laugh cuts off, sharp.

Footsteps echo outside, loud and close. My heart’s in my throat, pounding wild. “Noah,” he says, urgent. I nod, running with him. The door shakes, someone slamming it. My legs shake, weak. A voice yells, muffled but real. “Open it!” My chest freezes, panic choking me. The window taps again, fast and loud. I stumble, looking back. The shadow’s back, bigger now.