Page 12 of Distorted Obsession

“Do any of you know the meaning of the word privacy?”

“Yes, Rah,” Colter begins. “We privately decided you don’t have any of that.”

Farrah snatches one of the discarded pillows and chucks it across the room. She misses by a mile, an athlete she is not, but five stars for the attempt.

Cooper’s and Colter’s identical gazes peer down at the spot where it lands. Their mannerisms are like mirrored images, so in sync, it’s freaky. Straight jet-black hair, arctic-blue eyes, and a facial structure rivaling any of the world’s best models. Couple that with their athletic frames and unwavering love and protection for Farrah, and I’d be crazy not to have a cliché schoolgirl crush on my best friend’s brothers.

“Earth to Eva,” Farrah snickers, knowing exactly why I’m frozen in place.

Turning my face, I blink slowly, trying to hide the blooming redness I know is rising in my cheeks.

“We wanted to say bye before we head back to Groveton,” Cooper announces.

Farrah springs up, and I peer out the corner of my eye, watching as she approaches them. Colt scoops her up into his arms and whirls her around.

A giant smile grows on my face at the giggle that escapes my best friend.

Farrah’s gleeful laughter echoes like it’s coming from a tunnel underwater.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

My alarm. No—no, it’s a fucking jackhammer inside my skull.

I sit up too fast, instantly regretting it. The world tilts sideways. My throat is sandpaper. My eyes sting.

“Jesus,” someone mutters from the doorway. “I could hear that alarm from the hallway.”

“What is that noise?” I croak, instantly regretting it. My throat feels like it’s embedded with shards of glass.

“That would be your very loud alarm.”

I can’t make out who’s speaking. I’m too busy concentrating on finding my goddamn phone.

Slapping my hands around the mattress, I try to follow the sounds while ignoring the incessant pounding in my head, but I come up empty with every attempt.

Fuck! I feel like someone’s slamming a crowbar into the base of my cranium.

Groaning, I clutch my head, searching for the cause.

The dream. It clings to me—Farrah’s laugh, the ridiculous pillow fight, her bedroom just as it was before everything shattered.

Before I shattered.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” someone grumbles as they stomp across my room.

The shouty noise quiets. “I could kiss you for that, thanks,” I mumble.

“You did more than enough kissing last night.”

I open my eyes, testing to see if they also feel like shit. I sigh when I realize they’re fine. That’s when I notice a very annoyed Jade.

“Let’s not be judgy, hmmm,” I grumble. “Was it not you all that told me to have fun?”

“And fun you did have,” Camiel smirks, stepping into the room. “I saw our girl, Eva, disappear with two very delicious people last night, and she didn’t leave that room until dawn.”

Groaning, I rub my forehead and roll over to sit up. “How would you know when I left?”

Memories of the party run through my mind. Camiel isn’t lying. They were both equally impressive in more than one way.

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