Page 20 of Unhinged Magic
“It’s ok. I just need to go to sleep.”
“You can stay here,” he offered, cracking his knuckles this time. “Take my bed. I’ll crash on the couch.”
There was no way in hell I would sleep in Wesley’s bed. Even without him.
“It’s fine, I’m okay on the couch.”
He opened his mouth to say something, then decided not to, and I became acutely aware of his body filling the space in the doorway, my exit. It must have registered on my face as he stepped to the side, letting me pass.
“I’ll get a spare blanket for you.” He headed to the closet down the hallway as I made my way into the living room. Returning, he handed me the bedding, motioning down the stairs. “They’ll be quiet soon. They usually crash down there.”
I bundled the blanket into my arms with a nod. “Thanks,” I mumbled, watching him disappear into the kitchen before returning moments later.
“Here.” He placed a glass of water on the coffee table. “I’ll grab you a pillow.”
My belly flipped over as I stared at the glass of water, like it held some foreign meaning to it. A storm of something I couldn’t place unfurled inside me.
He returned with a pillow, plopping it on the end of the couch.
Why was he being sonice?
“Thanks,” I croaked, unable to form a sentence. I picked up the glass, bringing it to my lips. He followed the motion.
I needed him to leave. Now. Spreading the blanket over the couch, I started taking off my shoes.
Get. The. Hint.
As if finally realizing, he ran a hand through his hair. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. Another long look, and I felt it. Every sweep. “Night,” he murmured, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. “Yell out if you need anything.” He left the room, and a door shut quietly down the hall.
I don’t know how long I stood there watching that door, listening to make sure it remained shut. Finally convinced he had no plan to resurface, I slid under the cover, pulling it tight under my chin.
I needed sleep.
Wesley
EverythingaboutSkyewasinfectious. Her smile, her glare. Even the bite in her tone when she spoke to me. Thoughts of her consumed meconstantly.I dissected every sentence she had ever spoken, every word.
Last night was a complete fuck up, kicking off from the moment she danced with that wolf. My stomach recoiled at the thought. Another man’s hands on her.
A predatory rumble moved throughout me, remembering the way his hand held her hip. I had turned in my seat, nearly losing control of my element at the sight of it.
Then I’d fucking touched her. And worse, without asking.
I of all people should know better. I never touched a woman without her consent, not since... I shook my head, ripping my thoughts from the dregs of my past that threatened to choke me. I wouldn’t let myself touch her like that again. No matter how much I wanted to.
I’d held it together the rest of the night. Even when the group went back to our house and we were all eyes all night long. Skye gave me fuck off eyes, for fuck’s sake eyes, and at one point, fuckme eyes. Anyone who didn’t believe in fuck me eyes hadn’t seen hers.
Never in my life had I imagined Ty’s sister would give me those eyes, and although I wanted to act on them, I knew it was the alcohol that she’d been loading herself up on all night causing them.
I refused to take advantage of it.
She didn’t know I’d snuck back into the living room after she had fallen asleep, watching her at her most peaceful. Because she undid me in ways she would never know.
When Ty barreled through the door from walking Morgan home, I froze, hoping like hell Skye didn’t wake. He hadn’t seen her crashed on the couch, and I’d cursed under my breath with relief.
The rest of my week had been uneventful. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. I hadn’t seen Skye since the night at Jinxed, and wasn’t sure if she was avoiding me, or if our paths simply hadn’t crossed. I needed to see her, to talk to her.
I needed answers.
