Not me.
Although my curiosity was gnawing at me. Justwhywas Skylar alone and passed out on the sidewalk? That fact alone worried me greatly. From the times I’d met him before, he didn’t seem like that type of person. He was the mother-hen type, always looking out for his friends and taking care of them the best he could, so obviously he should’ve been able to take care of himself too.
I tossed and turned on the couch, unable to stop thinking about him. I didn’t like not knowing where he’d been before I found him, or what he’d been through. He said nothing bad happened to him, and I wanted to respect his privacy, but he was so flighty and seemed upset.
I sighed. Maybe in the morning I could talk to him about it. Right now, he seriously needed a good night’s rest and someone to make him breakfast when he woke up. I was just glad I had the weekend off. Maybe by the end of Sunday we could get to the bottom of this.
Why am I automatically thinking that Skylar’s going to spend the whole weekend here? Are you stupid, Raf?
I shook my head. God, what was going on with me? I spent an hour with Skylar and suddenly I was thinking ahead to Sunday. I reminded myself none-too-gently that Skylar had a life and a home that had nothing to do with me. In fact, I was barely part of his life at all. Just a friend of a friend, like he’d said before. We didn’t have a relationship beyond that.
And that wasn’t going to change just because I’d stepped up to help him one time.
“Go to bed, Raf,” I mumbled.
The day caught up with me, and sleep finally dug its claws into me, dragging me into unconsciousness.
* * *
When I woke up,I half expected Skylar to be gone. I didn’t think it was a farfetched idea. He was flighty and nervous the night before, and I knew he didn’t want to put too much faith in me, an alpha. But when I saw the bedroom door was still closed and there was no sign of him running out before I woke, I relaxed a bit.
I splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth before preparing breakfast. I never had people stay the night except Griffin once in a while, before he moved in with Jake, and he wasn’t a fussy guest. This was different, though. With Griffin, I was fine messing up the coffee or making ugly pancakes, but with Skylar, I found myself wanting everything to bejustright. Maybe I wanted to help him forget about his bad night, whatever had happened.
By the time the bedroom door creaked open, the kitchen table had pancakes, eggs and bacon sitting there, all steaming and ready.
Skylar stumbled out, and my heart skipped a beat. His light hair was messy from sleep. My shirt sloped over his shoulder, almost down to his elbow, exposing almost half of his chest. My eyes were drawn to the smooth, pale skin and the pink skin of his nipple. I forced my eyes up to his face.
“Good morning,” I said brightly.
Skylar rubbed his eyes. “Where…?”
“You remember me, I hope?” I asked, half-joking.
He nodded. “Rafael.” He peeked an eye open at the food. “Is this for me?”
“Well, I hoped I could eat some too, if that’s okay,” I teased.
He pouted while pulling up a seat. “Don’t tease me when I’m disoriented. Ugh… What happened last night? My head’s pounding.”
“You don’t remember?” I asked, a bit concerned. If he really didn’t remember, I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea.
But a shadow crossed his face, and I knew he still remembered whatever he did last night before I found him.
“Yeah. I guess you found me outside and brought me over?” he said. “And then I woke up in your bed, because…” He seemed to answer his own question. “Right.”
“We on the same page now?” I asked.
“I think so.” He took a bite of his pancake and his eyes lit up. He inhaled a couple more. From the way he ate it seemed like he was starving. Maybe he forgot to eat the night before, for whatever reason.
“So,” I began, sipping my coffee. “Are you gonna tell me why you were passed out on the street last night?”
Skylar paused. He looked at me wide-eyed, half a pancake hanging from his mouth. He swallowed it. “Um…”
“I mean, you don’thaveto,” I soothed. “I’m just curious what someone like you was doing in a situation like that.”
He raised a brow. “Someone like me?”
“Yeah. You know.” I gestured with my mug. “Feisty. Responsible. Always looking out for others.”
