Page 93 of Collide
I should move. I should really move.
When footsteps sound outside my door, I jerk, tumbling out of his hold and onto the floor.
“You good?” Aiden’s deep voice is laced with sleep as he stares at me over the edge of the bed.
I’m already pulling a hoodie over my head. “Great,” I mumble, fixing my hair.
Aiden’s still lying there, propped up on an elbow. “Summer, what’s going on?”
I sigh. “Donny—”
Rap rap rap
“Summer, Donny’s here.”
“Give me a sec, Cass.” I frantically fix my hair and turn back to Aiden. “You need to climb out the window.”
“Excuse me?”
“Now!” I urge.
“I’m not climbing out of a four-story building, Preston.”
I run an impatient hand through my hair. “Why not? Isn’t that what all those muscles are for?”
He releases a tired breath. “We don’t need to hide from him.”
“I don’t. You do.”
His jaw ticks. “That asshole is not going to dictate how I spend my time.”
“Aiden, I can’t do this right now. Can you just hide in my bathroom?”
Rap rap rap
“Summer?” Donny’s voice filters through the door.
My heart catapults to a different dimension when Aiden still hasn’t moved. “Please?”
He grumbles but disappears into my bathroom. Guilt pricks at me seeing the wounded look on his face, but I don’t have time to dwell.
I yank open the door, and Donny pierces me with a suspicious look. When he looks at my clothes, I stare down at the dark blue hoodie. Aiden’s hockey hoodie. Shit.
Donny raises a brow, and his eyes sweep the room behind me. I wait for his know-it-all attitude and his slew of questions. Instead, he hands me a paper and gestures to the living room. “We should talk about your analyses.”
I follow him out of my room.
31 | AIDEN
SITTING ON A toilet lid in this tiny bathroom is not my ideal Saturday morning. It’s a rest day, so I would have preferred spending it in bed with Summer on top of me, but she didn’t stay long enough for that. Any possibility of making that a reality burst when Donny fucking Rai became our full-time cock block.
When her bedroom door creaks, I take it as my sign to head back out. I would need a serious stretch after sleeping on her bed and then being shoved into her bathroom. Summer runs a hand through her hair before collapsing on her bed.
“How’d it go?”
She jerks. “Shit, I forgot you were here.”
“Yeah, I’m still here,” I mutter. “What did he want?”
