Just a little while longer…
THIRTY-TWO
I fellasleep with Nash’s cock still buried inside me.
So when I wake to darkness and a cold bed, alone, it’s no wonder I’m somewhat surprised.
The darkness is already causing my head to spiral, threatening to push me into a full-blown flashback slash panic attack. I jump off the bed and almost make a dive roll for the light switch and bang my little toe on the dresser while doing it, cursing under my breath. However, the light flickers on, and I can already feel the fear ebbing away.
Thank fuck.
Sitting on the edge of the bed panting, I rub my little toe and realize I’m naked as what I did with Nash comes rushing back to me.
I shouldn’t have.
Allowing him to have his second ride was just plain stupid.
But also so damn good.
Of course, he’s not here. He fled the scene as soon as possible, which tells me everything I already knew would happen. He got his joyride, and now I’m not interesting anymore. He proved himself to his buddies, and I’ll definitely hear about how he was able to fuck me again from mycoworkers. Let’s hope that doesn’t make the others think I’m easy.
Their eyes on me are one thing, but their propositioning me is another.
I slip into my leggings, a shirt, and Saylor’s green hoodie, ready to try to sleep again, but my head hurts, and my mouth is parched.
Probably from all the tequila.
I need a glass of water.
Opening the door to my room as silently as possible, I gaze out into the dark and silent hallway. Nobody seems to be awake, so I grab my phone to light the way, noticing it’s already after three a.m., and I have two new text messages.
Nobody ever texts me. I furrow my brows as I open them, the first is from Tally.
Tally
North went after you, and Nash followed a few moments later. Since Hunter is home, I need the tea tomorrow about that hat trick.
And the second one is from Tim, coming in just a bit later.
Tim
WE need to know.
I snort with amusement.
Tally will love what just happened.
I don’t know how Tim will react because Nash obviously isn’t reformed, and I may have ruined his dream.
Not that it was a possibility in the first place.
I make my way down the hall and switch on the kitchen light, thinking it shouldn’t rouse anyone in their rooms. I grab a glass from a cabinet and fill it with water from the tap, leaningagainst the kitchen counter and looking out the window in front of me. The street lamps cast a somber glow on the left-over snow outside, and the frigid temperatures show no sign of relenting.
“You know, you could just ghost him.” Saylor’s voice startles me as it comes from behind me, making me jump and nearly drop the glass.
I take a deep breath and turn to look at him. “Dammit, Casper.”
“Sorry,” he mutters, and the hurt is evident when his eyes find mine.
