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“Pack a bag, roomie. We’re having a coed slumber party.” She smiles, wiggling her brows.
Just like that, the mask is back on.
27
Harley
I haven’t fully processed everything that happened to me with Seven. Seeing him again put me into shock. My entire body locked up, and I felt paralyzed. I was hoping I’d never lay eyes on his eerie, fully inked skin.
Looking at Adam’s rigid posture, I know he must be thinking the worst, and I need to tell him I wasn’t raped.
The problem is that I’m not sure if I was.
We’re stepping into the boys’ dorm as he starts to speak, “I was thinking Dan and I can sleep on the floor in Silas and Levi’s room. Give me one minute.”
He walks to the dresser and pulls out two clean fitted sheets. Kenna and I gape at each other. They’re probably the only guys in this entire building who even wash their bedding, let alone have extras.
He starts to pull off the old ones, and I admire his perfectly worn jeans as he bends over to put the new one on. I wonder if I can convince him to stay with me tonight.
“We should watch The Princess Bride,” I hear myself say to his back.
He rises, turning to smile at me. “Okay.”
My stomach does a somersault. He’s so pretty.
The door opens, and Dan and Silas step inside. They both nod at Adam, who returns it.
Kenna speaks into the awkwardness, “Okay, last time I was here, y’all had never seen Man of Steel. I think Batman Begins is up next.”
Silas simply nods, but Dan lights up like a Christmas tree. How have I missed this little development until now?
There’s no TV in Adam’s room, so they all shuffle into the adjoining suite. Before closing the door, Kenna watches Adam step into the closet before giving me a wink. I peek at him, seeing a sliver of delicious, shifting back muscles as he changes into a gray T-shirt. A heavy sigh escapes me.
We settle on his bed with Kenna’s tablet between us, propped up by the kickstand. It feels cozy, being trapped under the upper bunk, like our own cocoon of safety. He’s at least three feet away from me, our backs against pillows on the wall.
All I want is to be held. His legs are crossed at the ankles, honey eyes trained on the screen.
Wesley and Buttercup are rolling down the hill before I decide to scoot next to him, repositioning the tablet. I lay my head on his steel shoulder, sighing softly. I can feel his body rise and fall with his breath, and the emotional exhaustion begins to overwhelm me.
Warm skin envelops me as I gain consciousness. My body is trapped, restrained by strong arms. Panic begins to rise before I smell cedar and another delicious, indescribable aroma. I relax again, slowly opening my eyes. Warm, rich honeypots suck me in. Lips part, and we both watch.
“You can’t kiss me,” I whisper.
He gulps, nodding.
“Because I have morning death breath,” I continue, clamping my hand over my mouth.
He licks his lips, a tiny smirk forming.
“How did you sleep?” He matches my whisper.
It’s my turn to wet my bottom lip. “Terrible. You snore.”
He shakes his head against the pillow. “That was Kenna.”
I laugh out loud, clamping my hand over my mouth so I don’t wake her up.
He’s snickering at me, pulling back slightly.
