Page 67 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He laughs lightly at that, slowly pulling back until his eyes hit mine. “I’ve always been yours, Wren.”

Chapter Nineteen

Levi

I wake up on Saturday morning feeling like something’s missing, blindly sliding my hand over the sheet when I realize that something is Wren.

Where the fuck did he..?

I crack an eye open and turn to look over my shoulder, frowning a little bit when I find him lying on his side behind me with his arm folded beneath his head. Ignoring the fact I’m almost positive he was on my left when I passed out last night, I twist around to face him fully and wrap my arm around his waist, finding his eyes already open and on me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, gently sliding my fingertips over his naked back.

“Watching you sleep,” he says simply, licking his lips to hide a grin when my head pulls back.

The fuck?

I bounce my eyes between his baby blue ones, honest to god wondering if I’m still a little high from all the weed we smoked last night, but then it hits me and I shoot up to sit, smacking the shit out of him when the fucker laughs at me.

“You’re not fuckin’ funny.”

He laughs some more and I drop my head in my hands, side eyeing the fresh ink on his left wrist through the gap in my fingers.

This is the thing about Kai Kingston – he’s a nasty motherfucker with a mean streak and an evil ass grin to match, but beneath all that bullshit he wears like armor, he’s got a heart of fucking gold.

“What you did for him..” I start, clearing my throat while I drop my hands to my lap. “Thank you.”

He offers a genuine half smile and I knock his fist with mine, looking left when the bathroom door opens behind me. Wren walks out wearing nothing but his boxers and runs his hands through his already messed up hair, freezing where he stands when he spots his twin brother lying beside me.

“The fuck are you doin’?”

“Nothin’,” Kai teases, but then Wren leans over me to shove his ass off the bed and he grunts. “Ow, bitch.”

“Pussy.”

“Prick.”

“Mine,” he fires back, dropping down beside me to pull me into him.

He scrapes his nails over my neck and I roll onto my side to face him fully, kissing his mouth while I slide my hand over his back to pull his hard body flush against mine. Kai clears his throat from somewhere behind me and Wren raises a brow, lifting his head to look at him over my shoulder.

“You can leave if you want.”

“But I’m bored.”

“Go play with Damon and Callie, then.”

Kai starts to say something else but stops himself, widening his eyes when we hear what sounds like Callie screaming in the distance. The three of us jump up as one and run out to the next room over, finding her thrashing around on her bed with her hands balled into fists and her eyes squeezed shut, beating the shit out of her pillow like a fucking maniac.

“Callie!” Wren shouts, kneeling up on the bed beside her while Kai does the same on her other side. “Fuck, Callie, come on, wake up.”

“Get off me, you sick fuck.”

“Jesus,” I whisper to myself, swallowing the bile creeping up my throat when I realize she’s reliving the night I met her three years ago.

How fucking often does this happen?

And where the fuck is Damon?

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