“Ow! Shit,” Hayden hisses, breaking the kiss.
His twisted expression makes me jerk back in panic. “Oh, no! Did I hurt you?”
He grimaces, breathing hard. “No—I mean...yeah. Just a little bit—”
Heat floods my cheeks. “Sorry,” I mumble, barely able to meet his heated gaze. “I got too excited.”
He chuckles, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. “I noticed.”
“Hayden, you should go back to sleep,” I say, pulling my hand back. “Your body needs to recuperate and for that, you need plenty of rest.”
“What about you?” he asks, his silvery eyes warm. “Aren’t you going to be bored by yourself?”
“Bored?” I say, lifting an eyebrow. “I have to go shopping again or we’ll just be eating salad for lunch.”
“Ugh.” He makes a funny face. “Don’t we have more of those sausages we ate for breakfast?”
“Wedidn’t eat the sausages.Youdid. Also, we’re out of them, so I’ll have to go buy some more.”
“Oh.” Hayden’s expression turns gloomy.
“I didn’t get the chance to grab my laptop or any of my books,” I tell him, trying to distract him from the grief of the lost sausages. “So, I guess I’ll just take a break over the weekend. I’ll eat some good food, take walks on the beach, and just hang out at home.”
“I want to go to the beach too,” he says with a hopeful look.
“Sure. But for now, just give your body some more rest,” I say in a grim tone. “When you’re feeling better, we’ll go out together. Okay?”
He nods, settling back against his pillows. “Okay.”
I get to my feet just as he closes his eyes.
“Liam?” he calls out, his eyes still closed.
“Yeah?”
“I can’t wait to sleep in your bed tonight.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I stare at him.
Hayden knows exactly what to say to make my heart race a hundred miles an hour. I bite my lip, struggling to keep a cool head.
Hayden opens a single eye and smirks, knowing exactly how much he affects me.
Gods! I’m in so much trouble.
I turn away and nearly flee from the room. There’s just no winning against him. No matter how much I try to fight my feelings, I want Hayden too.
26
Hayden
I wake up to Liam’s sweet scent. Flinging my arm to the side, I try to hug him but my hands only feel the cold, empty mattress.
“Liam,” I moan, slowly opening my eyes.
Liam’s side of the bed is empty. Groaning, I stretch my legs under the blanket and yawn widely.
My eyes adjust to the soft morning light spilling through the gaps in the curtains. Looking around the room, I take in the superhero posters lining the walls. Liam’s favorite, Spiderman, poses on top of a New York skyscraper, looking like he’s about to jump at the spectator any second.