Page 5 of Wings of Destiny

Just react like you weren’t fantasizing about his delicious lips being hungry for yours.

My eyes widened.

What the fuck is going on with me?

I plastered on a tight-lipped smile. “Considering we have finals coming up, yes. I was actually planning on getting some more studying done. My brain is absolute mush at this point but I need to ace this thing.”

A glimpse of relief spread across his face. “Always the bookworm, Erin. I’ll help you study, if you want. I’m barely passing right now, so it’ll do me some good.”

I’d much rather study something else.

My face felt like it was on fire.

What is going on with me? Where the hell did that come from?

Seth got up and took our empty takeout boxes with him to toss in the trash. Then he walked back over to the couch, grabbing my notes and textbook on the way.

I really need to reel it in.

He sat opposite of me and stretched his legs across the length of my sofa, propping his feet on my lap. He tossed my notes to me and we started flipping through them, quizzing each other along the way. About halfway through, I noticed he was dozing off so I smacked his arm.

“I’m awake! Jeez.”

By the time we were done, both of us mentally exhausted from information overload, it was almost three in the morning.

“Weren’t you heading to Riverside?” I yawned. I forgot he had planned on just stopping by.

“I’m just going to crash here tonight. I really don’t feel like driving back to my place,” he said lazily as he stretched, elongating his chiseled body, and exposing the tanned skin above the waistband of his fitted sweats as his shirt lifted.

Fine by me.

My face flushed at the intrusive thought. I wriggled my way out from under his legs and got up, needing to put some distance between my overly-tired brain and the heat of my best friend’s weirdly attractive body.

There’s something wrong with me. This is weird.

I felt better knowing he wasn’t driving halfway across town barely awake. I went and grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from my room and handed them to him.

“Thanks for letting me come over, Erin.” He yawned.

“I’m sorry I kept you here so late.” Guilt welled in my stomach.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’d rather hang out here. I’ll head that way tomorrow.” My heartbeat quickened.

Breathe. Chill. Not like that, he probably just didn’t want to finish the drive.

“Alright, well, goodnight.”

“Night,” he mumbled.

I shut my door and turned on my bedside lamp. Processing the day and the dreams I’ve had.

I’ll talk to Seth about it in the morning, see what he thinks.

The past few years he’d gotten really into that kind of stuff, dreams and their deeper meanings. Maybe he could help me figure out what they mean, give me an idea of how to get them to stop. Then maybe I could actually get a wink of sleep.

I woke up with a start. The smell of fresh coffee wafted in through my door. I inhaled as I stretched my arms above my head.

Yum!

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