Page 14 of Pucking Snowed In With My Ex

“So you’re blaming me for not only ruining us but for you leaving to some school in another country and not speaking to me?”

I rubbed at my face as frustration settled into my chest once more. My few moments of reprieve vanished. “I was forced to go to Wayward, which is a long story, but I wasn’t forced to break things off. I did that because of what you did, and the new school gave me the perfect excuse not to talk to you.”

The hurt in her eyes shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did.

Skye got out of bed. “Well, you’ve always been honest. I can’t fault you for that, I guess.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Being honest is a bad thing now,” I asked as she turned in a circle and looked around. I could watch her do that all day, even if I was pissed at her. She was so fucking beautiful.

“Shit, I have no clothes up here.”

Getting out of bed, I walked to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt, flannel pants, and a sweatshirt for her. “Here.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking the pile from my hands. “And no, being honest is not an issue, I just….”

“You just what?” I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and crossed my arms as I watched Skye getting dressed. Each layer of clothing felt like another wall lowering into place.

“Ugh, I just wish you’d…forget it. It doesn’t matter now.” I marched across the room and grabbed her arms as soon as the sweatshirt was in place.

“Stop doing that. Stop shutting me out. Tell me what the hell is going on with you.” I hated the guarded look in her eyes.

“Tell me what is going on with you first. Why are you up here? Were you waiting for a party bus of puck bunnies? Did they not make it because of the weather or what?”

“Puck bunnies? No, where did that come from? This was a guys’ weekend.”

Skye jerked out of my grasp. “Yes, well, I guess everyone needs a break from all the adoring fans throwing themselves at them. Even the great Callum Reeves.”

I rolled out my shoulders. “I don’t get you. I’m not the one who cheated here. You did. You fucked us up all on your own, and now you’re fucking angry that I moved on with my life and fucked other people? Are you kidding me right now? I didn’t cause this mess, and I didn’t cheat, so check your jealousy at the door before pointing your finger at me,” I growled, and her eyes filled with tears.

“You’re right. I’m a horrible, terrible person.” She walked across the room, and I wanted to put my fist through the wall. She made me so fucking angry. Turning back, she stared at me. “I wish you had believed in me half as much as you do your so-called friends. That’s what I wish.”

Opening the door, she walked out and slammed it behind her, and I was left alone. What the hell did that mean?

* * *

SKYE

Stomping down the stairs, I rounded the corner to the living room, and every head turned in my direction. The smug smiles and knowing looks told me they had heard Cal and me loud and clear. Fuck. Nope wasn’t awkward at all.

Lifting my chin, I ignored the whistles and cat calls as they mimicked the two of us. “Oh, grow up,” I snarled, turning into the kitchen. “Never had sex before?”

“Nothing that sounded as hot as that,” Tyler said as he appeared like magic in the doorway.

“I’m not talking to you about this,” I said and went up on my tiptoes to try and reach the massive glass bowl on the top shelf. Why did tall people insist on putting heavy things on top shelves? My fingers just brushed the glass, but Tyler was there before I could grab the stool, easily lifting it off the shelf and holding it out. I tugged on it, but he wouldn’t let go. “No, I’m not saying anything.”

He let go of the bowl. “Fine, but just tell me this. Is the band back together? Can we all start shipping Sugar and Spice again?”

“First of all, that is not how you ship a couple, and no, there will be no shipping. One round of hot sex….”

“Four.”

“What?”

“Four rounds, I counted.”

I glared at Tyler. “That’s creepy as fuck.”

He shrugged. “You know me, I’ve always been weird. Besides, you get what you get when you scream the house down. It’s not exactly like we could’ve gone somewhere else.” He pointed to the storm outside the window. Good point.