But when a long-drawn rumbling sounds, my breath catches.
“Tristen,” I choke out and poke him with the remote. “You said we were alone.” I gulp when the sounds get louder, and he does nothing but puff his cheeks out on a breath. “Tristen.”
There’s a bang that makes me jump, jostling my leg in the process and he jerks upright.
“Where’s the blood?” he half-shouts on groggy vocals.
“What?” I pant out and tug my legs back up to my too-hot chest when he jumps to his feet and wheels around. “I just heard a thud, and you said we were alone.”
His brows dip over his blown pupils and I pull my legs even tighter to my center as he finally looks at me.
He looks … dangerous.
Like he’s on the verge of tearing apart the room to find whatever the hell he was dreaming about.
A second thud, followed by an even deeper groan, pulls his attention from darting all over me to the short hall that leads somewhere else into the house, and he snorts.
“It’s just Hat.”
My nose meets my knees. “What’s that?”
He cocks a brow at me.
“Hatley. My brother from another mother.”
Oh, right.
The roommate that might have a guy with him.
“But you said it was just you and me.”
Tristen snags the remote and turns the volume up enough to drown out most of the noise.
“It is.”
That’s it. That’s all he says before dropping next to me on the couch, then sliding over and laying down.
With his feet hanging off the arm on the far side and the top of his head right next to my hip.
I can feel it, the strand of his hair brushing over the sweats and I force a swallow as my skin prickles.
It’s not the first time I’ve been in an uncomfortable position, but this is agonizing.
He’s so close, not touching but near enough that a hyperawareness of his position has my adrenaline flowing.
I’m boiling beneath the hoodie, the heat of another person searing into my leg, and a stirring below the waist that’s got my faceburning.My fingers tingle. My toes clench.
Though none of that has anything on the rush of dread rolling over me when a door down the hall slams open and heavy footsteps echo in our direction.
Oh, my God.
“Teeeeeen.”
I shove my whole head into the neck of the hoodie before I can be seen.
It envelopes me in darkness and that same rich scent I can’t avoid with the material this close to my nose. Being on the verge of hyperventilating doesn’t help either. I’m drawing the scent in,bathing in the way it smells like leather and something herbal. A hint of oil. Musk.
“Dude, wash your hands,” Tristen grinds out, his familiar voice strained.
