Page 69 of Firestorm
I knew that. I knew that, and yet…
“She’s my mother.” I repeated. I didn’t know what else to say.
“You’re her son,” Skye replied. “And she’s a cunt. She doesn’t deserve your defense. She doesn’t deserveyou. Why is she allowed to treat you that way?”
My jaw dropped slightly.
Skye and I stared at each other, our chests heaving since we were both pissed, just for different reasons.
My mind was still reeling, the last of the drugs leaving my system asI fully came back down to earth. Who the fuck was this girl? Where had she come from?
“You don’t know me that well–” I started, and she cut me off.
“I know you better than you think. I can read people pretty well.”
I let out a breath of a laugh.
“I’m sorry for what I said,” I whispered.
“I’m not. Your mom’s a cunt.” Skye repeated.
I let out a choked laugh. “I meant, earlier, I meant in the cl-clearing. I didn’t mean it.”
“How many chances do you need, Aiden?” Skye asked, sounding pained for the first time.
My stomach dropped. She’d asked me that the first time I asked her out.
“Hopefully just one more,” I said in a small voice. “Please forgive me, Skye. I’ll never hurt you again.”
Skye dropped her chin to her chest and groaned. “Why the fuck can’t I tell you to go away?”
My heart stuttered in my chest. “I don’t know. Why can’t I just leave? I’ve been wanting to bolt since we got here.” I replied.
Skye snorted, then ran her hands down her face. With my clearing vision, I could now see her makeup was pretty fucked up. Another pang of sadness went through me. I’d been so excited for this party, to see her in that outfit, and she ended up crying.
I was such a fucking asshole.
Suddenly, Skye stood, moving to her dresser and pulling out some clothes. “I’m going to shower,” she mumbled.
“Okay,” I replied, my stomach sinking slightly. “I’ll uh, I’ll see you–”
“There’s extra toothbrushes under the sink. You don’t have to leave.”
I stared, wide-eyed at her sexy ass, super tight in her dress as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me blinking like an idiot.
What the fuck was happening right now?
Like she’d promised, there were extra toothbrushes under the sink. These dorms were nicer than mine. I had to venture out to a communal bathroom to shower, but Skye and Willow had a sharedbathroom right in their unit. The sink and a large mirror were open to the rest of the room, kind of like a hotel. I brushed my teeth in silence, playing a game while cataloguing every skin care and haircare product around the sink, trying to guess whether it belonged to Skye or Willow.
Deciding a hot pink face wash bottle probably belonged to Willow instead of Skye, I quickly washed my face, removing the leftover soot from Landon’s fire. I used the hand soap to wash along my arms, removing other remnants of soot and ash.
Then, I turned and faced the two beds. No way Skye would have me on Willow’s bed while Willow was gone. That was pretty shitty. She’d probably have me in her bed while she slept in Willow’s. Unless…did she intend for us to share?
I was going to die. I shifted in my jeans, already hard just at the thought.
Skye emerged from the bathroom, startling me from my horny haze. Her face was fresh and flushed, makeup free, showing off adorably pink cheeks. Her hair was up in one of those glorious messy buns, and she’d taken out her earrings. She wore an oversized t-shirt that had definitely belonged to a man at one point, and some sleep shorts so short they were nearly swallowed by the t-shirt.
Good God, give me strength. She was absolutely breathtaking. There was no way I could sleep next to her and not be a fucking creep.
