But if Hatley’s better … then we don’t need to—
“Emmett! C’mon!” Hatley calls from down the hall again, and I cringe.
And even though I jump, even though I don’t understand why, I start to shuffle my way to Hatley’s room.
“Comin’.”
Chapter 26
Tristen
He’s wearing my pantsagain. My hoodie. My shirt underneath that. Just like he has been all week. Two weeks? Fuck, I’ve lost track of time again.
I don’t think it’s been quite a month but fuck, it sure as shit feels like it’s been a year since I left the stack of my clothes outside the bathroom door for him to wear.
So why do my eyes keep wandering to his side of the bed? Over the way the thick fabric lays across his thigh. The way it bunches around his trim waist and disappears beneath the hoodie that’s too big for him.
He’s worn everything I’ve given him.
That means …
I hike my leg up for the tenth time.
Means he’s been wearing my underwear, too.
My gaze wanders over his hip and for the first time in my life, I wish I’d been born with X-ray vision instead of super strength or speed had I been born a superhero.
God, I’m so fucking worked up.
I hike my other leg to relieve the building pressure in my shorts.
It’s fuckinghotlaying between these two. Emmett in his full cozy gear and my best friend, the Human Torch. It’s making me sweat.
I roll over to find a cool spot in the bed but end up jamming an elbow into my ribs.
Emmett jerks back.
“Shit, sorry, bub,” I attempt to whisper but it cracks.
Why is my voice so raspy?
“It’s okay. I was in the way,” he whispers back and it’s like a jab to my heart.
“It’s not your fault. It’s this damn bed.”
Since when did we think cramming the three of us back into a full was a good idea? Fucker feels like atwinat this point.
It was one thing when I needed to keep an eye on Hatley. To make sure his ass was still breathing instead of dying in his fucking sleep. But now …
Fuck, I can’t even imagine sleeping in bed by myself again, even if this one is cramped.
“I don’t know, I … um—think it’s nice.”
Tilting my head in Em’s direction, I find him already looking at me with round eyes. A flush highlighted by the nightlight. His hair sleep rumpled, though I think he’s been awake as long as I have.
God, he’s hot.
I suck back a breath at how easy that was to admit in my head.
