Page 44 of Habits

The door swings open with force, crashing into the wall. The sound is so strong, it makes me sit upright in bed just as he turns on the light, blinding me.

“What is wrong with you?” I almost whine at my brother, throwing myself back on my pillow and pulling my blanket over my head.

“What is wrong with me?” he yells, trying to pull the blanket away, only I manage to scoop it up and not let go. “What is wrong with you? Andrew? Really?”

My eyes narrow as I look at him. Completely pissed.

I hate being woken up. And he knows it. Of the two of us, he’s the chipper twin who’s always up with the first rays of the sun, while I sleep in as long as possible.

And now, not only did he wake me up, he’s also throwing the biggest mistake of my life back in my face? Does he have a death wish?

“What about Andrew?” Giving up on going back to sleep, I fluff the pillows behind me so I can lean against them in a sitting position, blanket pulled under my chin. “He’s your friend, if I recall correctly.”

And my mistake.

But I keep that part to myself.

Last night when we came home and I finally settled in bed ready to fall asleep, I found out I couldn’t. My mind was still full of Andrew.

His hands touching me.

How they traced my body, making my skin tingle in excitement.

His kisses.

How they made my heart race, and blood hum through my veins.

How he filled me, oh-so-perfectly.

Even now, my thighs tighten at the thought. I can still feel the soreness between my legs, yet I want more.

But I can’t have more.

If the words of the girl from the hallway weren’t a wake-up call, nothing is.

Andrew Hill is a world-class douchebag. He got what he wanted, he gave me what I needed and now we’re done. Even though I wouldn’t mind a recap of last night, I know that he’s the type that goes for one-night stands only, and I’m not a girl looking for a relationship.

Any kind of relationship.

And then there is the fact that he and Max are teammates and friends.

Which would be a big no-no.

Not like he cared about it before …

So, I’ll do what I’ve been doing the last couple of years. I’ll keep to myself, and with my stellar personality, everybody will leave me alone.

“Then why are you fucking him behind my back?”

My heart stops in my chest, eyes growing wide.

How does he know? Did Andrew tell him? I’m gonna kill that fucker.

Surprise turns to shock turns to rage.

Hot and burning.

“Excuse me? And you think you’re one to talk?”

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