Page 145 of Her Males

Charlie is a sneaky woman. I push Silas’s bedroom door open with a huff, my eyes scanning the space before I turn and make my way to the bedroom we had built to share. I know she’s upstairs, and this is the only place left. I shift my weight as I stare down the corridor, my heart clenching painfully in my chest.

She’s been careful to avoid the room, and even though I’ve caught her peering down the hallway with a wobbly bottom lip a few times, she’s never tried to come inside. Her scent intensifies as I make my way down the hallway, and it’s overpowering as I push open the bedroom door.

I listen to her racing heart as I slide my hand along the wall and flick on the light.

Charlie blinks as her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness.

I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the doorframe.

“What’re you doing?” I ask.

Charlie grunts and sits up. She’s not wearing a shirt, and I follow the slope of her neck before eyeing her exposed breasts. Her arms twitch as she fights the urge to cover herself, the human still shy about being seen bare.

“I was sleeping,” she lies.

I raise a brow, letting her know I don’t believe it. Her heart was beating too fast, and she’s much too alert for having just woken up. Charlie needs a good ten minutes before being able to form a sentence.

“Why are you in here?” I ask.

“Aziel told me he doesn’t allow brats in his bed.”

I resist the urge to laugh. I doubt he meant she couldn’t sleep with him. Charlie’s clenched jaw tells me she already knows that, though, and she’s playing stupid to piss him off.

It’ll work.

“I went to my old bedroom, but you stripped the sheets and Silas told me to stay when I came here to ask where they were,” she continues, lying back down.

I stare at her, frozen, as she adjusts the blankets around her shoulders and pulls them up to her neck. What the fuck?

Silaswouldtell her to stay instead of helping her search for fresh sheets. Any excuse to keep her close. I have half a mind to leave and find somewhere else to sleep, but I’ll be damned if I get kicked out of my bed by some tiny little human.

I shoot her my frostiest glare as I strip bare, and Silas turns off the shower just as I crawl into bed next to Charlie. She’s taken my spot, and I gently nudge her before grabbing her hips and rolling her when she refuses to budge.

My bed. My spot.

“Hey!” she snaps.

I snap right back, but I fail to hold any actual anger. If anything, I’m excited to watch Aziel realize she’s not in his bed. He’ll come to collect her, and I have a feeling she’s not going to go without a fight.

Then I’ll get to listen to him punish-fuck her into his mattress.

Silas wastes time in the bathroom, probably trying to give me time to calm down, before joining us. His footsteps pause as he sees Charlie and me glaring at one another, her arms crossed over her chest as I sprawl and claim my spot.

He flicks off the light and climbs into bed, smartly deciding not to ask.

I gulp as we lie side by side in the dark. This feels awkward.

“I can hear your hearts beating when it’s quiet like this,” Charlie whispers.

The sheets move as Silas turns toward her, his face scrunched as he struggles to respond. I offer no help, having no idea what to say. It’s one thing to interact with her during the day, but it’s different when we lie next to one another in the dark.

This feels intimate.

Thin fingers curl around my wrist. I know Silas is receiving the same treatment as his heart races. Charlie squeezes, her touch warm and a bit sweaty.

I want to pull her against me like I used to, but instead, I lie still, unmoving.

Silas does the same, his body just as stiff as mine. Charlie probably wants us to make the first move, the act of touching our wrists alone sending her pulse into a scary pace.

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