Caught in the afterglow, I have no way of knowing which was is up and which is down. My brain is nothing by white-noise. My body is a pleasant goo. Neil’s spend is hot on my torso. His breathing is labored. When he says, “Fuck,” again, it sounds less sexy, and more really pissed off. “Neil?”
When I finish my shower, I change into a pair of loose fitting pants and a t-shirt. I bypass the bra for now. The one Neil ruined had been my favorite. I sigh and pick up the book off the floor. Neil said to get rid of it, but to hell with him. I can’t help but be curious what other mysteries this
“Not you too.” I move to step around him, but Archer is bigger and stronger and refuses to step aside no matter how much I try to wedge my way through. He grips me by the shoulder to keep my still. His fingers bite into my back. “Listen, this is none of your business,” I say. “Like hell it isn
I glance back at the doorway, but Beau just waves. “Have fun, Nanny. Try not to get killed.” Then he turns to Wyatt. “Come away now, Wyatt. This is no sight for children.” “What children?” Wyatt argues. They are both gone before I can react. When I look back to Archer and Neil, they’ve come cl
Monday morning, I walk into class and notice Tides’ seat is empty. I guess that’s nothing to immediately worry about, but knowing what I know about the people he owes money to, I can’t help but feel a growing sense of trepidation. I take my seat near Debbie. She’s practically bouncing in her chair
“Can I pick up Mia?” I ask. “I’m pretty sure she wants to say hi.” “I said, wait.” His voice is frosty. Not very Neil-like. I honestly can’t stand it. I don’t want to talk about what happened between us. What’s done is done. But if he’s going to act like a class-A jerk around me now, then maybe
One morning, I’m walking through the common room, when Beau catches my arm and forces me to sit on the couch. It feels like an intervention, with me sitting, and the four brothers hovering over me, glaring down. Archer is holding Mia. She claps as she looks at me, so at least someone is happy to s
“Maybe we can go somewhere else?” I suggest. Neil ignores me. He walks up to the counter. A salesclerk looks up from the shirt she’s folding. A smile immediately stretches her red-painted lips. Her nametag reads Donna. “Neil Hayes! A pleasant surprise. How may we help you today, sir?” She look