Page 27 of Undeniably

“Keep it down. I’m trying to sleep.” A hand haphazardly swats at my back.

My eyes shoot open at the male voice. The familiar male voice.

Please, no.

Slowly turning over, I find Keaton, lying on top of the blankets in only his boxers. He’s on his stomach with his head facing away from me.

“What the fuck?” I screech.

He pushes a pillow over his head at my words. “Jesus, Morgan. Keep it down. I have a splitting headache,” he mumbles from under the pillow.

I take it from him, throwing it across the room. “Why the fuck am I in your bed?”

He turns over, finally looking at me. As his eyes take me in, a flash of heat passes through his eyes. I glance down and gasp.

“Am I wearing your shirt?” I can’t help the shrillness in my voice.

“Please,” Keaton begs, “stop with the yelling.”

I take a few calming breaths. “Am I wearing your shirt?” I ask again.

“Yes. You asked me for something to wear to bed, and I told you to take whatever you wanted.”

He turns back over, facing away from me.

“Why am I in your room?”

He sighs. “If I answer you, will you lie back down and go to sleep?”

“Sure,” I lie.

“We had a lot of shots last night. Sage took Tinsley to bed, but you weren’t ready to go to sleep. After Reed kicked everyone out, we sat out back drinking a while longer. Then you passed out. I was taking you to Tinsley’s room, but you insisted on seeing mine, for old times’ sake. Then you kind of just stayed.” He shrugs.

“We didn’t—”

“No.” He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. “I would never take advantage of you.”

“I know,” I mumble. “I’m going to go change.”

“Your clothes are in the bathroom.” He gestures towards his en suite without turning back over.

Once cleaned up and changed, I find Keaton sound asleep on his bed. I allow myself a moment to look over his broad back. A feeling of warmth flows through me as I think about the fact that I slept with him last night.

Making my way down the stairs, I debate what to do. I need to get back to my car. I could ask Boswell to take me, but I didn’t know where he is. I could call my mom, but then she will wonder why I didn’t drive myself here last night. I amnotready for those questions.

As I make my way into the kitchen, I settle on calling a cab.

“Good Morning.” I drop my phone and gasp. “Sorry.”

Sage gives me a small smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect anyone to be up yet.” Glancing back at my phone, I note that it's seven in the morning.

Reed comes around the corner suddenly, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. He walks over to Sage as she makes two cups of coffee, wrapping his arms around her middle and kissing her shoulder gently.

Blushing, I turn away from the intimate scene. I feel as if I’m intruding on this private moment.

“We’re always up early, right, baby?” Reed’s voice draws my eyes back to them. He turns, resting against the counter next to Sage as he looks at me. His hard stare is unwavering. Instinctively, I take a step back.

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