Page 70 of Firestorm
“You sleeping like that?” Skye asked, arching a brow at me.
“No, uh…” I quickly shucked off my boots and propped them near the door, then hesitantly ran my hands over my belt.
“Go ahead, Aiden, I’m not scared of underwear.” Skye said with an eye-roll.
I shivered, stripping out of my jeans and band t-shirt, leaving me only in a thin undershirt and my boxers. Skye was already in bed, facing the wall and stretching.
I awkwardly stood between the two beds, looking back and forth like I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I definitely shouldn’t get in Willow’s bed, I knew that.
“Come here, Aiden.” Skye said, exasperated. She reached out, extending her hand to me for the second time tonight, and I was mush. Completely melted. A pile of goop.
I took her hand and she pulled me hard, making me stumble onto the bed beside her. The two of us wiggled and squirmed for a minute before we found the best position.
Somehow, we were wrapped up together, my arms around her while she used my bicep as a pillow. Our legs were intertwined, my knee pushed between her thighs.
I should have been freaking the fuck out, but instead, I felt…settled.
Really settled.
“Goodnight, Aiden.” Skye mumbled, her breathing changing an instant after that, signaling she’d fallen asleep.
“Goodnight, Skye.” I whispered against her hair, daring to kiss the back of her head. “I’ll never fuck up like this again. I swear.”
I meant it, too. I’d stay away from her after this. It was for the best. I only ever made things worse.
Chapter 22
Wyatt
I staredat my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the sorry fuck who looked back at me. The whites of my eyes were reddened, the skin beneath them purple from lack of sleep. I rubbed my face, then my sternum.
My chest was fucking hurting again, but I wasn’t about to see a doctor. The last thing I needed was any type of extensive testing. My father would have a field day with the information that would inevitably get back to him.
I continued to rub absently at the ache near my heart before running my towel over my damp hair. My phone buzzed for the millionth time, and I finally glanced down to see my sister’s blue eyes glaring up at me.
I snorted at the picture I’d put for her contact. She’d been bitching at me about how I didn’t have a photo for her contact, so I’d lifted the camera and took one. The result was a pissed off seventeen-year-old Willow, in pajamas, with messy hair, flashing a dangerous glare at the camera.
It'd been years, but I refused to change it. She usually called me when angry anyway, so it fit.
I sighed and answered the call just as another message pinged.
“Wyatt!” Willow screeched in my ear. I held the phone away from my head.
“Will, it’s fucking two in the morning.” I said, trying to remain calm.No onegot my blood pressure spiking quite like my little sister.
“Oh, really, I had no idea. Tell your hookup to take a hike, this is important!” Willow cried.
Hookup?Fucking hell. Willow knew I was practically celibate. That had to be a dig. I opened my mouth to say something shitty back to her, but as usual, nothing came to mind. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I tossed my phone onto the bed with a grumble. Even on the lowest speaker setting, her tiny voice filled my empty room like she was really here.
“What happened, Willow?” I sighed as I pulled on a pair of boxers.
“Jesus, can you sound any morebored?Sorry to bother you, but I thought I should just let you know that Landon Iykos fucking attacked me, Mia, Skye Aria and Aiden Brandt just now after cornering us by the dorm!”
I dropped the t-shirt I’d been trying to tug on.
“Come again?!” I grabbed my phone and pulled it close. There was no way I’d heard that right.
“Landon. Attacked. Me. Mia. Skye Aria. Aiden Brandt. Lana showed up and shit got worse. Aiden fought with Landon, and Skye…”
