Page 29 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He sighs but does as he’s told, quietly opening the door to help me inside. I wiggle my way out of my t-shirt and drop my jeans to my ankles, damn near tripping over my own feet while I try to kick them off.

“Shit,” I hiss, dropping down on the edge of the bed to pull them off with my hands. “Can you grab me–”

Damon tosses me a spare pillow from the closet and I grin, wedging it down between me and Kai before I face plant the space beside him. The door closes a few seconds later and I roll onto my side to face my twin, knowing his eyes are open and on me even though I can’t see them in the dark.

“I know you’re awake.”

He ignores me, same way he’s been ignoring me since the second my ex-girlfriend came back and trampled all over my life with her stupid little pixie feet.

I sigh and scoot a little closer, hoping he’ll at least hear me out this time. “I’m sorr–”

“Why do you drink so much?”

I frown at that, knowing the answer but refusing to voice it out loud. “Why do you fuck so much?”

He laughs at me and I grin, wrapping my arm around his waist to pull him into me. He doesn’t speak for a long minute, but I can tell he’s got something to say, so I decide to wait and let him say it.

“You shoulda called me.”

“I know.”

“Promise me you will,” he says quietly, mindlessly walking two fingers over my forearm. “If anything like that ever happens again, promise me you’ll call me first. Just promise me you’ll let me fuckin’ be there for you, no matter what.”

“I promise, brother,” I whisper, gently bumping his fist with mine.

He nods and hugs his pillow to his chest, quiet a minute before he speaks again. “You talk in your sleep.”

“What?” I frown, lifting my head to see him better. “What do I say?”

“Lev,” he fakes a moan. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my big cock.”

All the color drains from my face and he grins, sliding his tongue back and forth between his teeth.

“Gotcha.”

“You’re not funny.”

“Actually, I am.”

“Fucker.”

“Pussy.”

“Bitch,” we say together, and I laugh lightly, shoving his ass to get him to turn over.

He does as he’s told and passes out in my arms a minute later, same thing he’s done almost every other night since our mom died. I take a breath and close my eyes, silently begging for sleep to pull me under with him.

It doesn’t.

Chapter Nine

Wren

“I want my spot back.”

I raise a brow at that, dropping down to third to follow Damon through the school gates. “You haven’t spoken to Madison since before junior year. You really think she’s about to let you back on the squad?”

Freya shrugs and pulls her sun visor down to check her hair. “She will if you tell her to.”

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