That’s really good.The words echo through the headphones, but it’s Theo’s voice I hear.
No. No. Please no. Ican’t.
“Theo,” I whimper helplessly, unable to stop it from leaving my throat.
Pleasure forges up my spine and through my limbs, pulsing into every nerve ending. It’s so close, it’sright there.
But I cry out, desperate to stop it in its tracks.
I refuse to come with Theo in my head.
With a frustrated moan, I shoot my eyes open at the last minute—
... to find that mocha gaze blinking back at me from the end of the bed.
Rage and embarrassment claw their way up my throat. My scream is jagged, and I throw the vibrator with all my remaining strength.
Theo’s lips are parted. He watches it hit his chest, and all I can do is groan, hurling myself to the side in humiliation and anger.
Thud.My head collides with the corner of the nightstand, and I crash to the floor as everything goes dark.
Chapter 15
Theo
“Theo.”
Her voice is desperate, making my heart pound as I run up the stairs to find... My knees buckle. Igrip the railing, but it sags under my weight. My vision whirls, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing.
Tiny blue shorts. An ink-covered arm disappearing beneath them. Long, smooth legs writhing on a pale green comforter. Peaked nipples under thin fabric. A low, husky moan.
All the blood in my body rushes south. My mind wars with itself.Get the fuck out of here! But she said my name.
No, I have to get out. One last glance, then I stumble back to leave. But as my feet shift, her eyes snap open and crash into mine.
Everything freezes. The whole world halts like someone hit the pause button.
I’m officially fucked.
The silence pulses around me before her scream shakes the entire cabin. She hurls something in my direction. As it hits me square in the chest, I realize what it is. The pink vibrator tumbles to my feet, gives one more faintbuzz, then quiets. For a heartbeatI’m too stunned to move. Too turned-on to function properly. But then I crouch to grab it—because what the fuck else am I supposed to do—and have to bite back a groan when I find it slick with her arousal.
Fuck me, she’s going to kill me. And that’s fine, honestly. What a way to go.
A loud thud echoes across the room, followed by a tumbling crash. My breath stops as I drop the vibrator and rush around to the side of the bed, only to find her limp on the floor.
Despite the panic flooding my veins, my medical training clicks into place. Ikneel and scan her body, making mental notes along the way. Eyes pinched closed. Small line of blood and swelling on her forehead. Lips parted. Lashes fluttering open—
“F... Fabes,” I stutter, touching her shoulder lightly. “Are you okay? Where does it hurt?”
She yanks her headphones off and drops them to the floor. “Fuck... you,” she mumbles slowly, pressing a palm to her forehead.
“Let me see.” I move her hand away gently to find the trickle of blood running into her eyebrow. Istretch the bottom of my shirt out to catch it. “Did you hit the nightstand?”
“Fuck. You,” she repeats.
Guilt is a heavy weight on my shoulders. Ishouldn’t have watched her, even for those few seconds. She’s hurt again because of me. “I know. I’m sorry.” I tilt her chin slightly to check for any other injuries. “I really am, but I need to make sure you’re okay.”
She scowls. “Fuck. You.”
