Creighton watched, helping me settle back down.
One of my hands rested on his bicep, needing to touch him. The other went to his chest.
He remained above me. Our gazes were locked. He was searching me for something. I waited, until he pulled his fingers out, then he suddenly sat up over me. His legs were on either side of me, and he was breathing harshly. He put those fingers in his mouth, taking his time as he cleaned them up. When he was done, a smug grin curved over his face. “Thinking I just discovered a new favorite snack.”
Air left me. “Creight.”
My heart was still stampeding out of my chest. I was in a puddle, boneless and content at his feet. His next words should’ve chilled me.
“You’re mine now, Blake. In every way.”
They didn’t. They sent my pulse soaring all over again.
This was so not good.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Blake
I could hear voices when I went down to the kitchen. Nerves were pinballing around in me, but I paused going through the living room before entering. Marshall was sitting on the counter, a piece of toast in his hand, and he was swinging his legs to hit the backs of his heels against the cupboard beneath him lightly.
The scene was eerily similar to the other night.
Heath was making something at the oven. Palma was in a chair at the table.
The exception was that Levi was in the other chair across from Palma, and he was grinning widely as I entered. The others all ceased talking, but it wasn’t because of me. Their eyes, almost as if they were one person, slid behind me to Creighton, who followed me.
I stood in the silence, taking in the rest of the room.
The coffeepot was gurgling again. The orange juice had been pulled out, along with a carton of almond milk. A full plate of French toast was on the table along with a bowl of scrambled eggs. I glanced at what Heath was making. Sausages.
He coughed, holding up his fork. “You want one?”
My stomach gurgled, and I winced. “Uh. I think I’m good. We have more toast?”
Palma was blatantly staring at Creighton, who had remained in the doorway. I already knew there was no reaction on his face, so I didn’t turn around. Marshall jerked out of his reverie. “Uh. Yeah. I just put some in the toaster. You can help yourself.” He held out the one in his hand. Rueful. “I’ve not stopped eating since I woke up.”
A chair scraped against the floor. Palma shoved it back and extended her hand, bypassing me. “Hi,” she said brightly, a wide smile strained around the edges on her face. “We’ve not officially met. I’m Palma, Blake’s roommate.” She waited, her hand out.
Creighton only stared at her.
Levi started laughing.
She shot him a look.
He shut up, or tried, grabbing a piece of French toast and bending over it, his big shoulders still shaking.
Marshall cleared his throat as he held his free hand up in the air. “Uh. I’m Marshall.” His eyebrows pulled low, motioning to me with the last little bit of his toast that was left. “Blake’s housemate ...” He trailed off.
Creighton didn’t respond to him either. He barely flicked Heath a look, who was watching the exchange, or nonexchange.
Heath coughed but readjusted so his back was turned to Creighton.
“Uh.” Palma met my gaze, confused.
“If you’re dating our roommate, you don’t have to be a dic—” Marshall started to say, heated, but he stopped when Creighton looked his way. He visibly swallowed before popping the last of his toast in his mouth.
Levi was still chuckling. “Mom and Dad. Kissing in a tree. K-I-S-S—”
