Page 72 of Royal Fling
“Iknew you were hiding something!”
My eyes snapped open, and I blinked several times trying to focus on the figure standing in front of me.
Leo.
Agh! Asshole.
“What? Don’t you knock?” I groaned and tried to rub the sleep off my eyes.
“It’s my house,” he said, hands on hips.
“But my room,” I said.
“I can’t believe you’re such a secretive slut. I love it,” he exclaimed, dropping on the bed and hugging me.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“Oh dear,” Dawson said, appearing at the door with a scowl on his face. “Leo, leave him alone. He's barely woken up. You can't just storm into his room.”
“Thank you, Dawson,” I said. “Why don't you listen to your boyfriend, asshat? You know, before I punch you in the nuts.”
“Before you—” He didn’t get a chance to finish his question. He got a punch in the nuts. A gentle one. I was no beast.
“Ouch. You asshole,” he said, doubling over on the floor.
“Oh quit being a drama queen. Leave it for the screen,” I told him.
“That’s what you get for not letting him sleep.” Dawson laughed.
“I can't let him sleep while the world is crumbling around him,” he replied and used Dawson’s hands to prop himself back to his feet.
“What the hell are y’all talking about?”
Dawson covered Leo's mouth with his hand and looked at me.
“I think you better get dressed and meet us downstairs. There'll be plenty of coffee waiting for you,” he said, pulling himself and Leo out of the room.
Before he closed the door, he spotted something on my bedside table and walked back in.
“I’ll take this for now.” He grabbed my cell phone and took it with him before I could even protest.
What the fuck was going on? Why were they all acting weird?
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and jumped in the shower. When I closed my eyes again, flashes of last night came to the forefront.
Last night ended up being so bittersweet. When we docked, I just wanted to go home and sleep instead of spending more time with a guy I could never have.
It was probably for the best. I needed a sobering fact to give myself the push I needed. August was great. He was a dream. But he wasn’t my dream, no matter how much I wanted him to be.
To be honest, I didn’t even know if I could even do the rest of the four weeks we had left. It would just make it so much more painful when we parted.
I brushed my teeth, put on a fresh pair of clothes, and met my family downstairs.
Leo and Dad were sitting around the kitchen table, looking very dour.
“Guys, you're freaking me out. What the hell is going on?” I asked.
Dawson put a cup of coffee in front of me and sat down, too.
