The room slowly grows dark with the sunset. The only light is from the quarter moon, which barely provides enough illumination to see by. I turn and look at my alarm clock.
11:45
Where are they?
He's with Chelsea.
Huffing out a breath, I get out of bed and go to the window. Staring out at the dark yard, I cross my arms, hating my unfair situation.
A minute before midnight, my brother's truck rolls through the gate. It stops in front of the house and the lights turn out. Jagger gets out of the passenger seat.
Wyatt opens the driver's door, but he moves slowly. Even in the faint glow of the moon, his pain is noticeable.
When they disappear under the front porch, I return to bed. A few moments later, I hear the creak of the guys walking down the hall and then their doors closing.
I slide farther under my covers and close my eyes, but I can't sleep.
A half hour passes and then my door opens. Wyatt's low murmur hits my ears. "You awake, sugar?"
My pulse leaps in my neck. I sit up in bed, whispering, "Yeah."
He carefully closes the door, creeps over, and points to the bed. "Slide over."
I obey, freaking out at the thought that we'll get in trouble but also shocked he's here.
He slides under the covers with a grimace.
"You're still in pain," I fret.
He faces me and puts both hands on my cheeks.
My breath catches.
The dim light coming in through the window makes his eyes look more all-knowing. I swear he can see every thought in my head.
My cheeks flame under his hands.
He moves his lips an inch from mine. "I didn't drink tonight."
"Is that why you drove?"
"Yep."
"Congratulations," I quip, still a little salty he went to Chelsea's.
His lips twitch. "Ask me why I rode over a bumpy dirt road with my ass bruised up and didn't try to drink away the pain."
The blood hums in my veins. "Okay. Why?"
He strokes his fingers over my face, pushing back my hair and not blinking, like he's in a trance. "I forgot to give you something. And I wasn't going to be intoxicated when I gave it to you."
My butterflies wake up. "Oh?" I hold my breath.
He studies me for so long that my entire body singes with the heat from his stare.
"Wyatt—"
He cuts me off with his mouth brushing against mine gently before parting my lips with his tongue. His hand slides to the back of my head, possessively holding my neck so I can't escape.
