Page 173 of Second Sets Omnibus
I groan, covering my eyes and removing myself from the wet sheets. What a bad fucking idea water was. Next time, I’ll get more creative with cymbals or something loud and disruptive.
Somehow after our conversation, I feel a little lighter, knowing that Rad believes me. Something in my gut tells me that they were lied to. They had no knowledge of Lyric like that bitch had said. They seemed highly offended when I mentioned restraining orders. Rad is right, something does fucking stink about the situation. But until I know the whole truth, I can’t make any sort of judgment.
“Oh, come on, Pretty Girl. You act like you’ve never seen it before. Just wait. One day soon, when you forgive me, I will make up for everything; you’ll be down for the Rad ride.” He wiggles his brows with an adorable grin plastered on his face.
“Nope. Never going to happen, Rad,” I say, groaning when I stand up on jelly legs, feeling miserable in the wet clothes. “You might want to change your sheets and let your mattress air out.” I wave a hand in his direction, only earning myself a chuckle. I feel his eyes burning into me when I turn my back, and his fingers brush across my shoulders, removing the hair from my neck.
“Oh yeah, Pretty Girl. I’ll definitely have to air out this mattress. I need to get it ready for all the nasty stuff we’re going to do on it. Just you wait,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder and then slowly backing away.
“Oh God, get dressed,” I groan again.
“I meant what I said,” he says, rifling around in a drawer somewhere in the room. Grunting, the sound of elastic snapping against skin and clothes rustling offers me a reprieve from his naked flesh. Turning, I stare at him as he pulls his tight-fitting black band shirt over his head and grins. “I will fight for you every step of the way.” I raise a brow when he wraps his arms around me like he has the damn authority to do so. “Bring on the fight,” he whispers, slapping my ass, and then walks away.
“What the hell, Rad!” I yelp, rubbing a hand over my butt cheek. “I am your boss!” I hiss, smacking his shoulder when we exit the room.
“Yes, bossy lady. You sure are. And you’re my girlfriend. That ass is mine and…”
“I forgot how annoying you were. Now, go! All of you!” My voice carries through the room, finally getting another response as another door opens.
Kieran steps out with a scowl. “The fuck you wet for?” he grumbles, running a hand through his dark hair.
I blow out a breath, getting ready to open my mouth.
“She was in my bed, that’s why!” Rad shouts, quickly moving down the stairs and onto the main floor. Turning slowly from thebottom, he gives me a megawatt grin, seeming happier than he’s ever been in my presence since we reunited.
“Rad,” I growl in warning, earning a chuckle before he disappears, running downstairs.
“Why’re you here?” Kieran grunts. “And already in his bed?” He raises a stupid judgmental eyebrow, looking me up and down with a wrinkled nose.Prick.
“Did no one else remember that Monday, mandatory band practice begins? Was I talking to brick walls?” I ask, crossing my arms over my wet shirt.
“Right,” he grunts, shoving away and waltzing down the stairs. “You should know your shirt is see-through,” he quips, showing his humor for the first time in my presence.
“I swear by the time this six months is up, I’m going to murder them,” I mutter to myself just as their practice starts without me and I head home with the intention of changing out of my wet clothes.
As I re-enter the house with fresh clothes, my phone buzzes, lighting up with one of my other best friends’ names. Rocco.
Rocco
Sushi date? *Winky face*
Me
Sure, and stop winking at me.
Rocco
Haha. *Wink*
Me
Remind me to slap you when I see you.
Rocco
How about Cherry Blossoms? Saturday night?
Me
