I glance between my roommates and can’t help smiling along with them.
They’re right.
It was so hot.
And I really can’t go regretting it.
CHAPTER 32
TYRELL
After a restless sleep, my alarm wakes me with a jolt.
It’s a freaking foghorn, and I reach for my phone, accidentally slapping it onto the floor in my bid to shut the thing up.
“Fuck,” I growl, leaping out of bed, my foot catching in the damn sheet.
I thump onto the floor, grappling to pick up my phone and shut it up.
“Ahh!” I punch my finger onto the screen until the damn thing goes quiet.
Lying down, I rest my head on the hard floor and gaze up at the ceiling. It’s still dark. Five in the fucking morning, and the last thing I feel like doing is a workout at the gym.
Maybe I could just skip today.
I’m seconds away from crawling back into bed when there’s a soft knock on my door.
“Ty, let’s go, man.”
It’s Grady. I hate how fucking chipper he is in the mornings.
No, you don’t. You’re just being a grumpy ass.
Forcing myself up, I quickly get changed, pulling on my shorts just as my door pops open.
“Brah, you ready or what?” Grady whisper-barks.
“I’m ready,” I growl, throwing on a T-shirt and grabbing my hoodie.
I trundle after him and meet up with Carson, who’s already at the front door, taking off for Coach’s house. They go for a run together most mornings. I can’t believe they’re still doing that, but Carson seems to get a kick out of impressing his girlfriend’s father, so he goes, almost every morning.
Shoving on my shoes, I grumble my way out the door, Wily behind me. He’s way too chipper in the mornings as well, and I’m grateful when Zander appears out of his garage and offers to drive.
I jump in the front passenger seat and let the two morning larks sit in the back.
Seriously.
My head is pounding with tension. I really did not get enough sleep last night. You’d think my body would be relaxed and sated after what went down at Offside, but my brain just wouldn’t switch off.
I should be reveling in the fact that I got to experience Dani’s luscious body.
But the experience is being marred by this… guilt.
Grady’s comments from last night whistle through me as I tune out their voices and force my mind back to the night Atlas died.
It was so fucking hideous.
Walking into that party. Hearing Dani’s screams. Seeing Atlas’s pale face, his open eyes staring at nothing because he was dead. OD’d.
