What if I’m too late? What if Wyatt has seriously damaged him all because I’ve taken too long?
I speed up, my footsteps crunching leaves as I look around the front of the house.
I’m walking in circles at this point and just as I get back to the backyard, my hope of finding them dissipates. Maybe they left?
That’s when I hear it. Coming from behind the pool house.
I don’t know why I didn’t think of that at first.
I stride my way over, trying to get my head straight. If I’ve gotta fight, I better sober up quickly.
I clench my fist as I get closer, but when I arrive, I stop in my tracks.
Gabe’s hands are curled around Wyatt’s leather jacket, pinning him up against the wall.
My breath catches as I step closer. Am I going to have to fight this guy?
But, before I take another step, it takes a turn that I didn’t see coming.
Gabe’s mouth engulfs Wyatt’s, desperately clinging onto him as he presses into his body.
Wrapped up in each other, like nothing else matters. I see Wyatt grab onto Gabe’s arms like he wants to push away but he can’t.
He wants it too.
Oh shit.
I can’t believe I didn’t realize this was what Gabe was trying to talk to me about. I should’ve known.
I read this situation wrong.
So wrong.
It makes my chest hurt. It reminds me so much of Elijah and the way we first got together. So in denial.So in love.
I step back, but my foot is met with a crack of a twig.
Cringing, I watch both of their heads whip towards me. Startled, the big brute pushes Gabe away.
“Shit. I-I’m so sorry.” I shake my head, trying to regain my balance.
“Wait—” Gabe reaches out to me, but I quickly stalk away.
I didn’t mean to interrupt them.
Fuck. I should’ve minded my own business.
I ignore his attempt at trying to catch up to me, slipping back into the house.
The drinks catch up to me as I sway through the house. Everything feels tipsy and unsteady as I rub my hand down my face.
“Hey, you okay?” Claire grabs onto my arm, pulling me gently towards her.
“Yeah. I just need a second.” I nod.
Her eyes scan over me. “If you want, you can hang out in my bedroom for a while. Come on, I’ll show you.” Grabbing my wrist, she guides me upstairs past the others, and right into her bedroom.
It’s just like I’d imagine her room to be. Everything is a soft pale pink, including the canopy wrapped around her massive king sized bed. She even has a damn balcony in here.
