Page 97 of Bleed for Me

Fucking Christ.

Not only was Seven in here, but so was Shaylynn. My mind was still riddled with sleep, so I couldn’t quite make out what was being said. It was clear that whatever was going on between them was anything but a friendly discussion. Shay’s hands were balled at her sides, her eyes narrowed as she snarled.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I rasped, my voice still thick from sleep.

Beside me, Rosalie was still curled into a ball. There was a crease between her brows as she slept soundlessly. She reallymust have needed sleep if she was able to sleep through this shit. My gaze trailed over her body, noting that she was still covered—not that I gave a shit who saw her naked.

Seven turned to me, narrowing his crystalline eyes. “Does Archer know you’ve been fucking his bitch?” he demanded.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” It was too damn early for this shit.

Shay propped her hands on her hips, glaring daggers at the woman sleeping beside me. She parted her lips like she wanted to add something but thought better of it and pursed them instead.

“Exactly what I said,” he snapped.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that Seven was acting like a jealous lover. I sat up, letting the blankets pool around my waist and pressed my back against the wall behind me.

My gaze slid to the brunette at his side. “And why are you here?”

Shay pressed her lips together, a look of contemplation overtaking her features. She was a pretty girl with short brown hair and piercing eyes. Over the last couple of weeks, she’d become a bit of a leech though, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“I came to see if you wanted to hang out after breakfast,” she finally said, casting another dirty look toward the girl sleeping beside me.

“Pass.” My eyes drifted back to Seven who now had his arms folded across his chest.

“Might want to do something about that before Archer shows up.” He gestured to Rosalie.

I rolled my eyes. “Like you don’t intend on telling him anyway,” I countered, shoving the blankets from my waist. Making sure Rosalie was still covered, I sloppily climbed out of bed. Shay’s face flushed crimson and she quickly averted hergaze when she realized I’d caught her staring. I rounded my bed, scooping up my clothes and tugged them on.

“Fair enough.” Seven smirked after a few moments.

“If he doesn’t say anything, I will,” Shay added, even though it had absolutely nothing to do with her.

I honestly couldn’t give less of a shit, even if I wanted to. As far as I knew, she wasn’t exclusive with Archer. If she was… well, that should prove right there how much of a slut she was. Problem solved. Monogamous relationships didn’t make sense to me in a place like this, anyway. What was the point?

Sighing, I shoved a hand through my hair and glanced around the room in search of my shoes. Once locating them, I slipped them on.

“I’ll meet you in the cafeteria after I shower,” I told Seven, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my sweats. “And you,” I turned to Shay. “Get the hell out.”

Her lips parted in surprise. “Oh! Um… right,” she stammered, taking a step backwards toward the door. “Sorry, Jordan. I’ll see you later.” A flush was already working its way up her neck, traveling to the rest of her body.

I shook my head in annoyance once she’d left the room, letting the door fall closed behind her with a small click that echoed throughout the small space.

Seven snorted in amusement. “She wants your cock, man.” His gaze shifted over to Rosalie and his features hardened as if merely seeing her was enough to piss him the fuck off. “You planning on waking her?”

I glanced over my shoulder, taking in her long blonde hair that was fanned out all around her. Her back was exposed, the comforter barely covering her ass where it pooled around her curvaceous figure. Her skin was so smooth and the urge to reach out and trace my fingers along her spine was infuriating. She was just a girl.

An extremely pretty girl with a tight, warm pussy.

My cock twitched at the memory of what it felt like to be inside her—to have her nails scraping down my back—and the look in her eyes when I knew she wanted to kiss me, even if she wouldn’t verbally admit it.

“Let her sleep a little while longer. I’ll wake her up if she’s still out when I get done showering.”

Seven narrowed his eyes at me, and for a moment, I thought he might protest, but he jerked his head in a single nod instead. “I may just skip breakfast,” he declared after a few moments of silence.

A scoff fluttered past my lips. “You can’t hide from him forever.” I turned, navigating the way toward my closet where I proceeded to gather a change of clothes.

“I’m not hiding,” he ground out. “I just don’t want to see his betraying face any more than I have to.”

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