“If I’d known about the wholebedsituation, I would’ve brought something else to wear.”
It doesn’t matter what you have on. You could be wearing anything and the only thing I’d be thinking about is ripping it off you.“I didn’t exactly bring pajamas.”
She comes over to the bed, raising the covers on her side of it. The bed is king-sized. I can be a gentleman. I scoot over to give her space until I’m practically hanging over the edge.
She takes a minute getting settled, turning this way and that before tucking her knees and curling on her side, facing toward me. After a minute, I turn onto my side. We’re both under the covers and her foot is very near my leg, close enough that it wouldn’t take much to reach out and touch her. Her bun falls softly against the pillow. Her skin smells like rose perfume.
“I had a good time at dinner,” she says.
“Yeah?”
Her cheeks go slightly pink. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date. A real date, I mean. Or close enough.”
“Me too.” Especially one that didn’t end with blurry photos on Instagram and a team talking-to. “Too bad about the third wheel.”
Savannah looks toward the wall adjoining the next room. The one where Adler is, if he’s back at the hotel and not wherever hedisappeared off to. “If you and Asher didn’t hate each other so much, you might even be friends.”
Adler wants you. She has to know that. It radiates off him, an energy I can’t ignore. I should know. I’m doing the same thing. “Yeah, I don’t see that happening.”
She reaches over to her nightstand and clicks off the light. After a second, I do the same and we’re plunged into darkness. A few minutes later, Savannah’s breath evens out and she falls asleep.
I lay there for a long time after, thinking about how we’re lying to everyone we know by saying we’re together. But maybe, just maybe, we’re lying to ourselves by pretending that we’re not.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Savannah
When I wakeup in the morning, Brayden is storming around the room. “Do you know what happened when I connected my AirPods to my phone?” he snarls.
I blink a few times until the room comes more into focus. Brayden is in joggers and a T-shirt, like he was about to go running. Except stuff is strewn around the room like he’s been digging it out and attempting to put it back into place, mostly incorrectly. He has a certain wildness about him I don’t trust. “No, what happened?”
“My headphones wouldn’t connect. So I opened up the Bluetooth menu. Guess what popped up?”
My stomach drops. “Um.”
“There’s something calledSav’s toynearby.”
“Oh, yeah, about that…” I scramble for an explanation. “I brought it on the trip because?—”
He cuts me off. “Do you think I care that you have avibrator? Or do you think my issue is that the full name on it isSav’s toy from AA?”
Fuck. I assumed that wouldn’t be visible to anyone else. Wrongly, apparently. I should have gone for something innocuous in comparison likewedding giftor possibly,stick of dynamite.
“Who’sAA?” Brayden presses, but it’s obvious he knows exactly who that is. “And why is he giving you that?”
I scramble out of bed. My sleep clothes have shifted during the night. My shirt is stretched at the collar. My shorts are barely covering my ass. I feel similarly twisted out of shape standing on the hotel carpet. Still, Brayden isn’t stupid. There’s no sense in denying it. “AAis who you think he is.”
“If he’s giving you that…how many times?” Brayden growls.
I take an instinctive step back, until the backs of my knees reach the bed. “How many times what?”
Brayden looks like he’s doing everything in his power to keep himself in control. He’s pacing like he wants to wear his energy into the carpet. He hasn’t moved toward me. “How many times did you let him fuck you?”
“Once.” I shake my head. “Twice.”
Realization seems to come over him. “The baseball bat in the kitchen.”
“Yeah.”
