Page 62 of The Revenge You Seek
I rip my eyes from him to the heap of fabric that is my dress behind him.
I can't put that on, it's ruined.
Fuck. I need to get out of here before anyone starts asking any more questions.
"Rain check? I really need to get back. I've got so much work to do."
His face drops and I hate myself that little bit more.
"Yeah of course. You want something to wear so you don't have to do the walk of shame in last night's dress?"
"That would be great, thank you."
He pulls out a pair of sweats he claims are too small for him and an MKU Panthers hoodie, drops them to the bed and with a kiss to my forehead, he leaves me alone in his room.
Dropping my head into my hands, I let out a groan of frustration.
My life is such a fucking mess.
Things were supposed to be getting simpler by starting here and being close to family.
I should have just gone home this weekend.
With a sigh, I throw the covers off me and make quick work of dragging on the freaking huge pair of sweats, pulling the tie cords so tight I could almost wrap them around my waist twice.
I'm a mess.
I splash my face with cold water and finger brush my teeth with Luca's toothpaste. I find my purse on his desk, and I cast my mind back trying to figure out if I put it there or if he found it sprawled across the floor when he discovered me here last night. Before mustering up every ounce of confidence I can find and pull open Luca's bedroom door.
Thankfully, the hallways are empty as I make my way through the house and when I get to the kitchen, I only find Luca standing, still shirtless, with a bowl of pancake mixture in his hands.
It's the thing dreams are made of.
"Aw, look at the Panthers all-star quarterback getting his bake on."
He looks up at me where I’m resting my hip against the doorframe and his face lights up.
"You sure I can't tempt you?" He tilts the bowl toward me and my stomach silently grumbles.
I'm just about to agree when movement above our heads reminds me exactly why I need to get out of this house.
I don't mind Luca and Leon being front and center to my disaster of a life, but I don't need half of the team and however many girls they hooked up with last night knowing.
"No, I really need—"
"Hey," a deep voice rumbles from behind me before arms snake around my waist. "I thought you'd ran away from us last night."
"She did. I found her passed out in my bed," Luca announces causing Leon to tense behind me. It's brief but I don't miss it.
Extracting myself from his hold, I turn to look at him but I can't help but laugh when I get a look at his face.
"Feeling rough?" I ask, taking in the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes.
"Someone—" He shoots a look at his brother. "Decided shots would be a fucking fabulous idea."
"Do not blame this on me. You are your own person and make your own decisions."
I laugh at the pair of them as they continue bickering.
