Page 92 of Claiming Pretty

And then it hit me.

Oh, God. We fell asleep here.

Panic gripped my chest, tightening like a vise. Ciaran. He was going to freak out when he woke up and I wasn’t there next to him.

I shoved Ty’s arm off me, scrambling upright.

“Ty,” I hissed, shaking him. “Wake up!”

He groaned, rolling over with all the urgency of someone who had nothing to lose. “Mmm. Five more minutes, wifey.”

“Five minutes? We don’thavefive minutes!” I snapped,yanking the blanket out from under him and wrapping it around me. “Get up!”

He finally sat up, annoyingly calm as he stretched, like we had all the time in the world. “Relax, Ava. It’s fine.”

“It isnotfine,” I shot back, practically dragging him to his feet. “Get your ass moving before Ciaran wakes up and kills us both.”

He grinned lazily, as if the idea of Ciaran’s wrath amused him, but he didn’t argue as I shoved him toward the door and out to the car.

The moment Ty pulled up to the dorm apartment, I didn’t wait for him to fully stop.

I tumbled out of the car, barefoot and still wrapped in the blanket, and bolted for the stairs.

My heart pounded as I sprinted up, taking two steps at a time. I shoved open the apartment door, nearly tripping over myself in the process.

“Ava?” Ciaran’s voice called from his bedroom, groggy but sharp with confusion.

My blood froze and I panicked, darting for the bathroom and slipping inside without being seen.

I flushed the toilet and turned on the taps, trying to make it sound convincing as I tried to calm my guilty heart.

I stepped out just as Ciaran banged open his bedroom door.

He was naked, his hair disheveled, his gaze narrowing on me as I tried to look as casual as possible.

“Morning,” I said brightly, praying my voice didn’t crack.

Ciaran’s eyes dropped to the blanket wrapped around me, his frown deepening. Something in my stomach twisted.

Before I could say anything, the front door opened, and Ty strolled in, whistling like he hadn’t just ruined my fucking life.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Ciaran barked, his voice sharp enough to cut glass.

“Whoa.” Ty held up his hands, feigning innocence. “Someone needs his morning coffee.”

Ty pointed to Ciaran’s naked body. “But first, pants?”

I silently panicked, my heart hammering against my ribs. If Ciaran had been on the verge of killing Ty last night, he’d definitely do it now if he found out that Ty had kidnapped me last night.

What he’d done to me.

And the fact that we fell asleep together afterward.

“Scáth,” I said, stepping closer, trying to calm him. “Let’s get you dressed before—”

He whirled on me, cutting me off with a pointed finger. “Where did you get that blanket?”

“What?” I blinked, startled.

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