Aiden
Zephyr was pissedabout Rafe coming to dinner.
Evidently, he felt like it was necessary to prepare some huge meal so he could impress the Prince, even though he claimed not to give a shit what he thought.
“No Wyatt,” he’d growled. “He’s not allowed here unless you expressly invite him.”
Skye had only rolled her eyes, and now we were in the small gym inside the apartment. I was bench-pressing quite a bit, since Zephyr and I were almost equal in strength, while Skye only lifted some dumbbells.
“So…about Rafe…” I said slowly.
“Oh, my God. Don’t tell me you’re mad about the Prince coming to dinner, too?” Skye sighed.
I laughed. “No, baby. That’s not it.”
“So you’re concerned that he shares a hotel room with Wyatt?” she said.
I laughed again, more surprised. “What? I don’t care about that.”
“Zephyr does,” Skye muttered, and I barely held back another laugh. What the hell did Zephyr care about that for? “What about Rafe, then?”
“So, he was helping me earlier, and he’s all like‘it’s a shame Skye didn’t invite me back after our dance party’,” I said, deepening my voice in an impression of Rafe.
Skye snorted, then giggled. “That accent was awful.”
I stared in mock outrage. My impressions were always spot on. “Whatever. Why would he say that to me?”
“Because…he clearly wanted to get into bed with me?” Skye said slowly.
“Or us,” I said under my breath.
“What was that?” Skye said, leaning forward to catch my gaze.
I cleared my throat. “Or us,” I repeated.
Skye grinned, looking surprised. “You think Rafe wants to get into bed withus?”
I shrugged. She shook her head, then went back to lifting. I did a few more reps before pausing, feeling like I was about to vibrate out of my skin.
“You’re okay with that?” I blurted out.
“Okay with what?” Skye dropped her weights onto the mat. She grinned at the responding banging on the wall. Zephyr hated when she slammed the weights.
“He’s like…” I chewed my lip for a moment. “He’s like…flirtingwith me.”
Skye laughed, and when she didn’t immediately reply, my heart rate spiked.
Holy shit.
“Rafe is intome?!”
Skye laughed again. “No, Aiden, I think he’s just a sexy guy and he doesn’t know how to turn it off.”
She bent down to pick up the set of dumbbells, not quite dismissing the conversation, but almost.
“But you’ve talked to him about this?” I hedged, rounding on her slightly to see her face.
Skye looked at me in the mirror. “He uh…he’s down for activities.”
