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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ky
I never use to wake up early. In fact, I liked to sleep until the last possible minute. Sometimes, I wouldn’t even go to bed at all. It wasn’t that I was afraid to sleep, it was more that I got caught up in my thoughts while the TV played in the background. That wasn’t often though.
But now, I found myself rising with the sun, just like Chris. I wouldn’t move until he slipped out of the house as quietly as possible. I would always hear him, though. Maybe it was because I was super aware of him. Or the fact that sleeping in this house was still kind of new to me. Either way, I knew when he was awake. I knew when he was in the kitchen, downing water and yogurt before he headed out the door to catch the sunrise and the first waves of daybreak.
It was only after he’d jogged down the sand and dived into the water that I would get out of bed and stand at the back door watching him. Sure, it was creepy, I could admit that much. But he was just so beautiful out there. The way he controlled the board. The way he could make it cut through the waves. Even the times when he knew he couldn’t keep control and dove gracefully into the water.
I hated being confused. And if I was being honest, it tore me apart that I had put distance between us. Chris was an amazing guy. He was lovable as a friend. He was laid-back and easy to talk to.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this. And if it weren’t for my sister, I wouldn’t have even been here. I would have been able to build walls and more walls. Maybe.
Why was this so hard? I felt something for the guy but I was clueless about it. Did I want him? Well, maybe.
As I watched his lean body cut through the waves, his board like it was glued to his feet, I felt a heat in me. I wasn’t sure if I hated it or not. But as my dick hardened in my boxer briefs, I knew the answer to that.
“You watch him a lot,” Ingram’s voice broke through the silent room.
“I was watching the waves.”
“You may try to hide it from yourself, but you cannot hide it from me,” I grunted at her statement. “I do not understand, if you have feelings for him then how come you are so distant and treat him like he is nothing?”
I froze because even if I had an answer to that, I wasn’t ready to let myself admit to what it might have been.
“He is a good person. He took me in and has treated me just like any of his other friends. He does not make me feel weird that I am different.”
“Ingram,” I said as a warning.
“Alright, I get it and I will leave it alone.”
“I’ll,” I said not looking at her. “Say it, Ingram. I guaranteeit’llfeel amazing and no, itdoesn’tmake you lazy. Itdoesn’thave anything to do with the devil. I promise.”
“I-I’ll,” she whispered and in the reflection of the window, I saw her wince. “I will work on it.”
I chuckled and shook my head.
“You do whatever you feel like. I’m just letting you know that it’s not a bad thing.” For some unknown reason, I felt the need to give her some brotherly affection, so I tossed my arm around her shoulders and gave her a half-hug.
Chris chose that moment to walk in. His eyes met mine and he smiled.
“Who’s hungry?” he asked before it could get weird.
“I was going to make pancakes. Is that alright?” Ingram perked up and headed for the kitchen without even waiting for an answer.
There were things I was going to have to open her up to and break her of slowly. Simple, little things like contractions. It may have seemed stupid, but I’d been there and so I knew where it was coming from. And I knew the bigger meaning behind it. I was worried if I tried to push too many things on her at once that she would snap and go crazy.
“You good?” Chris asked and he was so close behind me that I could feel the warmth coming off of him.
“Yeah,” I said and part of me wanted to lean back just a little, to maybe even touch him.
“There’s some stuff you really can’t put off anymore. I’ve tried to stay out of it, but for some reason, I’ve become the bridge between you two. Not that I mind. I just…don’t want to piss you off any more than you already seem to be at me.”
I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at him. His blue eyes were the color of a storm over the ocean, deep and with a hint of gray.
“She needs to go to a doctor and get checked out,” he said low and close to my ear so that Ingram wouldn’t hear. It was like a slap to the face. I couldn’t believe that I had been putting that off. It took him pointing it out to make me realize that I was doing this all wrong.
“Shit,” I spit out in frustration, but I was only angry at myself.
