Page 23 of Blurred Lines

I’m slowly inching the door closed so as not to make a sound, when a voice comes from behind me. “What are you doing?” I practically jump out of my skin, not expecting anyone to be awake at this hour, but of course Hadley just has to be leaving her room at the same time I’m sneaking out. I grimace, still staring at Hawk’s bedroom door as I gather the courage to turn around and face Hadley. When I do, her eyes roam over me, taking in my bedhead, last night's outfit, and the makeup I can feel crusted around my eyes, before they bounce to the door behind me. I can feel my cheeks turning red as she puts two and two together.

“Did you...Were you...Are you…”

“Let me explain,” I plead, but before I get a chance to, I hear the turning of the door handle behind me, and fate decides she’s not done screwing with me yet, as Wilder steps out, his chest brushing against my arm.Holy mother of Mary, kill me now.

“Coffee?” he asks. Seriously? Does he not feel the tension in the air right now?! Learn to read a room, idiot!

Neither of us answers him, not that he seems bothered, as he bobs his head. “Alright, I’ll put on a pot.”

Deciding I need to extricate myself from this situation ASAP, I ignore both of them as I rush toward the bathroom, intent on locking myself in until everyone has fucked off for the day. But, of course, that’s not going to be nearly enough to get rid of Hadley, and she follows me in.

I head straight for the sink, splashing water on my face in an attempt to wake myself up and remove the last of my makeup. As the cool water hits my face, I’m hoping all of this is a horrible nightmare and I’m about to wake up, but when I glance in the mirror, finding Hadley standing by the door with her arms crossed and an impatient look on her face, I have to stifle a groan.Nope, this awkward as fuck situation is definitely real.

I’m running my fingers through my hair in an attempt to detangle it and make it look like less of a mess when Hadley’s patience runs out. “Eh, wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“Nope. Not really.”

I hear her slight groan of frustration, before she asks the question I was dreading. “Did you have sex with Wilder last night?” I don’t even need to answer her. The ruby red tint to my cheeks is answer enough. “In my brother’s bedroom?” she asks incredulously, frowning. “Where is Hawk?”

I am literally incapable of words right now. Which is a shock, I know. It’s definitely a first for me. But there is absolutely no way I am opening my mouth to tell her what happened last night. Not that I need to, sheknows.

“Oh. My. God. You didn’t.” Her eyes meet mine through the mirror above the sink. “Emilia, please tell me you didn’t sleep with my brother last night.”

I bite on my bottom lip as I plead with her through the mirror. Beg her not to be pissed, to somehow understand, even though I don’t really understand any of it myself, other than I was feeling bored and I wanted to do something fun and spontaneous and exciting before I graduated. And, well, Hawk and Wilder are both gorgeous, and there’s definitely some sexual chemistry there. I mean, last night was off the charts, hot.

“Oh my god, you did.” She runs her palm down her face. “You slept with my brother. And Wilder.”

“It was an accident,” I rush out, spinning to look at her. That’s not quite right though. It wasn’t an accident.

“What, you just slipped and fell on their dicks?”

I grimace. “Well, no, not exactly.”

“What does this mean? Do you likelikethem? I thought you hated Hawk?”

“I do…hate him,” I quickly assure her. I do. He infuriates me. But just because he drives me crazy, doesn’t mean I can’t find him hot or be attracted to him, or want to sleep with him. It might mean I need a therapist...I groan, sinking to the floor. “It doesn’t mean anything. I still hate him. I just had too much to drink last night, and…I don’t know.”

I sigh. In the light of day, I can’t really work out what any of it means. Can’t it just have been one night of fun? Does it have tomeananything?

“It would be okay, you know…if you did like him, or Wilder...or both of them.”

Lifting my gaze from the floor, I stare wide-eyed at her, shocked that she would be so okay with the idea. “It would be?” I ask skeptically. “You’d be okay if I wanted to go out with your brother?”

She shrugs. “I mean, yeah. Why not? He’d be lucky to get a girl like you. God forbid he go out with one of the Pac skanks.” She wrinkles her nose in disgust and I chuckle.

Before either of us can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door, and Wilder calls out, “There’s coffee at the door.”

That’s nice of him. I thought for sure Wilder was the type to rush out the door the next morning, ready to move onto his next conquest.

Hadley waits until he’s moved away before unlocking the door and retrieving the mugs, passing one to me. I take a long sip, letting the heat warm me, before I try again to explain something to her that I haven’t even fully wrapped my own head around. “It’s not like that anyway. I don’t like your brother that way. Heinfuriatesme. Even just being around him has my blood pressure spiking.”

“And yet, you slept with him.”

She’s got me there. That’s probably what baffles me the most. How can I be so angry with him all the time, yet so easily jump into bed with him? Ever since that night on his sofa, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him...the feel of his hands on my skin, wondering what it would be like to come on his dick instead of his fingers.Nope, now is not an appropriate time to think about Hawk’s thick dick and how fucking amazing it felt inside me last night.

“I told you, it meant nothing. It was a drunken mistake. The scholarship kids don’t talk to me, and I don’t know whether it’s because I’m a scholarship student, or because I hang out with you guys now, but no one else in the school will talk to me. Pass it off as being horny and having limited options.”

Huh, now that I’ve said it aloud, maybe that is the reason. Maybe I chose Hawk and Wilder because there was no one else...although, that doesn’t quite feel true either.

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