His eyes snap open, and he sees me. For one second, we’re both just staring at each other. Then his face goes from confused to horrified.
Hescreams.
High-pitched and panicked, scrambling backward so fast he nearly falls off the bed, yanking the sheets with him. He stays on the edge of the bed, staring at me with wide eyes.
“What the fuck!” His voice cracks as he clutches the sheets. “Who the hell are you?”
I can’t answer. I’m pressed against the headboard, my heart slamming so hard it hurts.
He clutches the sheet to his chest like it’s going to protect him, eyes wide, breathing hard. And I realize he’s just as terrified as I am.
Which doesn’t make any sense. He’s the one who crawled intomybed. He’s the stranger. Why is he screaming at the sight of me?
“I—” I start, but my voice is barely a whisper.
The door explodes open.
Jax charges in, and the look on his face makes my blood run cold. His eyes are wild, his jaw is clenched, and his fists are already curled.
“Callum! What the fuck!” He’s across the room in two steps.
Zephyr’s right behind him, both of them yelling.
“What the fuck are you doing here!” Zephyr shouts.
The guy in the bed—Callum—drops the sheet and throws his hands up.
His bare ass cheeks clench.
“Whoa, whoa, chill! I didn’t—”
My heart’s in my throat. He’snaked.
Not just shirtless. Not just in boxers.Naked. Every inch of him exposed, and my brain short-circuits trying to process what I’m looking at while Jax and Zephyr are lunging forward, grabbing him by the arms.
They slam him against the wall so hard the whole room shakes.
“Did you touch her?” Jax’s voice is lethal. Low and controlled in a way that’s more terrifying than yelling.
Callum’s pinned, both of them holding him, and he’s still trying to explain.
“What? No! I didn’t even know she was there!”
Zephyr’s grip tightens on Callum’s other arm, and I see the way his knuckles go white. They’re not playing. This is real. They think he did something.
My brain finally catches up.
“Jax, stop!” I scramble off the bed, my legs shaky, and run over. “Stop!”
Jax doesn’t look at me. His forearm is pressed against Callum’s chest, holding him in place, and the muscle in his jaw is ticking.
“If you fucking touched her—”
“He didn’t!” I grab Jax’s arm with both hands and pull. He barely moves. “He didn’t touch me. I swear. He didn’t do anything.”
Callum’s laughing now. Actually laughing, his head thrown back against the wall, and I don’t understand how he can find any of this funny when Jax looks ready to break him in half.
“This is insane,” Callum says through his laughter. “You guys are fucking crazy.”
