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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Knight
Mouse, Ky, and I were the only ones left. It was well past midnight and I knew I should try and get some sleep, but I just wasn’t feeling all that tired.
“Weird as fuck, right?” Ky finally said breaking the silence of the room.
We’d had some action movie on but I could tell that we were all half watching it. It seemed that, like me, they were lost in their thoughts.
“What?” Mouse asked turning his attention to Ky.
“The Tara thing,” he said as a confused expression crossed his face like he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on with that.
“Yeah, man,” Mouse blew out a harsh breath and scratched his head.
To say that it was an uncomfortable conversation would have been a bit of an understatement.
When Tara showed up, sporting her new hair color, it wasn’t lost on me how the whole room halted in a shocked silence. Truth be told, I had no idea what to think, let alone say about it.
And it wasn’t just the hair, there was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It didn’t slip by me that Tara had been wearing more makeup than when I’d first met her. Or that her clothes seemed to get a little more fitting.
Looking back, I remembered Tara seemed a bit shy and timid the first few times I’d been around her. I was sure my first impression probably had her a bit standoffish but I could see beyond that. From what Gwen had told me, Tara was a bit shy when she first introduced herself to Gwen.
But then again, it didn’t surprise me that Tara seemed to be coming out of her shell. Gwen had this way of rubbing off on people in the best way possible. I also could see where Gwen was giving her a little nudge in the confidence direction. So who could have said that it wasn’t Gwen’s doing behind this whole makeover thing? But then again, she did seemed taken off guard like the rest of us. Or so I thought. Hell, for all I knew, Gwen was just stunned at how good she thought it looked or some shit.
I didn’t want to think about it too much. I had this weird feeling that if I did, my head would make up all kinds of crazy things just because I had this deep urge to protect Gwen with everything that I had in me. If I looked too closely, I might start making up insane scenarios and I knew that wouldn’t do any good. It would only lead me to doing my best to put a wedge between those two and I had a feeling if I tried to do that I’d end up putting the wedge between Gwen and myself instead.
“Eh, who knows,” I said, trying to brush off the subject. “Maybe she’s just trying to find herself. Girls do that shit all the time, change their hair and whatnot.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Mouse said but didn’t sound convinced that it was simply just that.
“But blonde? I mean she looks just like—”
“Drop it,” I said cutting Ky off. I wasn’t trying to be a dick but the last thing I needed or wanted was for Gwen to overhear and freak out or get pissed. Just because she’d said she was going to bed a while ago didn’t mean that she was actually asleep. “Just, not now.” I softened my tone a bit so he would understand.
With a firm nod, he dropped the pissed off expression on his face and turned back to the TV. The room once again went silent.
A while later, Gwen’s door opened and she dashed through the apartment to the kitchen. All three of our heads whipped around to see what the hell was going on.
She was wearing those damn skimpy clothes she called pajamas and my blood headed a hundred degrees. How the fuck she thought it was alright to walk around in front of them in that shit was beyond me.
I took a deep, calming breath, realizing that it was my alpha male coming out to roar. Though I knew they both were taking in their own eyefuls. Not that I could fucking blame them, but at the same time, I hated the shit out of it. In my mind, that was mine even though I really had no claim on her. I knew if I said anything I would give myself away.
Then it slapped me in the face. What the hell was she doing up and why had she seemed panicked?
With lightning steps, I made my way to the kitchen, glad as fuck that no one followed me. I turned the corner to see a frantic Gwen rummaging through the drawers.
“What’s going on?” I asked and I could feel that something was really off.
“My mom’s necklace.” She didn’t stop rifling through things as she talked and I could hear that her voice was shaky. “I can’t find it.”
“Stop and take a breath,” I commanded as I made my way over to her.
She paused and after blinking her eyes a few times she turned her face to look at me.
Her bottom lip was red and slightly swollen. I knew that she had been chewing on it with worry and panic. It brought me back to when she was little and used to do the same thing at times when she was trying to keep her emotions in check.
Only this time, my thoughts were far from appropriate. Thoughts like, how would those lips look around my dick? And would she bite her lip like that as she came on my tongue? Every single one of them wrong in every fucking way possible. All of them making the blood run straight to my cock.
