Page 93 of Play With Me
It makes me jump at his quick appearance, and she giggles again, thinking I’m hilarious, but I’m not trying to be. I’m freaked out by the way everyone seems to be at their beck and call. Colton’s glower doesn’t help either. He’s angry with me.
I meet his stare, and he glances away.
“We have shit to do?—”
“Watch your tongue,” she bites out, and Colton bristles, but says nothing.
“Thanks, but we have things to do,” I say.
She arches an eyebrow and then shrugs. “Suit yourself, but if you’d like to join me later, Myles, feel free.”
It’s riddled with sexual innuendo, and I wonder if this is normal for her. Is his mom cheating on his stepdad? Does his stepdad know? If he does know, does he even care?
I don’t have time to ask. Colton is striding from the backyard and into the house. I traipse after him, tucking my hands into my pockets so as not to reach out for him.
But when he turns a sharp corner and reaches out for me, pulling me roughly into a small closet, I’m left with no way to balance myself. I fall into him with anoomphas he grabs on to me.
“Stop fucking flirting with my mom,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into my sides.
“You said they can’t know about us. I was just playing a part…”
He pulls me closer, my hands going around his neck, my forehead hitting his.
“Don’t make me jealous,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. “I can’t fucking stand it.”
“We have to pretend we’re just friends.”
“I don’t want to. I’m so fucking tired. Of all of this. Of pretending each and every day.”
“We have to pretend for now. I don’t want them having anything over you.”
“They already have so much. Will this even matter?” he asks in a whisper, but before I can ask what he means, he runs a hand through his hair and steps away from me, out of the closet and into the hallway. I’m left to adjust myself and follow.
How am I going to make it through this entire weekend with us acting like we’re nothing more than friends?
I don’t fucking know.
“I’ll show you your room,” he says without looking at me.
“All right,” I respond and follow him through the hallways and up the stairs.
“You’ll stay in this room,” he says, pointing, and then flicks his wrist and opens a door directly across. “And this is mine.”
I follow him inside, and he shuts it behind him. He glances around, and I take a step toward him, but he shakes his head.
“Bet they’re watching us,” he says. “I’m not giving them anything more.”
He says this loudly and pointedly. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I know that my sisters don’t give me much privacy, but this is a little much. Are there really cameras in here watching him? Does he really not get a moment’s peace? If so, that is fucking disgusting and makes me hate his family even more.
“Make yourself comfortable. But don’t do anything you don’t want them to know about.”
He flips the room off and then meets my gaze.
“I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t wander off unless you want trouble. Never know what asshole you’ll run into.”
The door slams behind him, and I’m left alone. I should sit quietly until he returns, but I end up texting Maya and then wandering around, looking for the hidden cameras, or anything that might tell me a little more about him. But I don’t find anything. It’s all bland and boring, not a thing that would tell me about who he is or was.
