I hadn’t meant for things to go that far, but damn if it didn’t feel inevitable. There’s something about her that pulls me in, something sweet and unguarded that makes it impossible to think straight.
Not that I have time to think about any of that now.
Haven rushes to the mirror, babbling something to her mom about needing a second to throw on clothes. She slips on the rug, crashing into the dresser with a thud.
“Are you okay?” her mom calls, and the doorknob turns again.
“I’m fine! Just slipped! Give me a minute!”
I find my shirt, thrown in the corner, and pull it on. Looking in the mirror, Haven fixes her hair as best as possible and makes sure her clothes aren’t askew as her mom talks to her through the door, saying something about wanting to talk to her about having just met Locklyn, but I’m not paying attention.
There’s only one exit, and her mom is on the other side. It’s not like I can just go sauntering out after Haven announced that she was naked. I’m too big to hide in the small closet or under the bed, and there’s nowhere else to hide.
I turn to Haven, not sure where to go. She catches a glimpse of me in the mirror, slapping a hand over her mouth to smother her laugh.
“What?” I whisper, and she turns and gestures toward my shirt. I glance down to see I have it on inside out.
Whatever, there are more pressing things right now. Like not letting her mom catch me in her room after she announced that she’s naked.
“Where am I supposed to go?”
Haven points toward the window.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I grumble.
“It’s the only way out,” she whispers back.
“Haven, honey, are you talking to someone?”
Haven’s eyes go wide. “No, just myself,” she calls back. “Just one more minute. I’m, ahh, looking for my bra.”
I bite back a groan. She really needs to stop talking about being naked and her underwear until I’m gone.
Haven pushes me toward the window.
I eye it. It’s not large. Will I even fit through?
An image pops in my head of trying to get out and getting stuck halfway through—her mom entering the room to a view of my backside as I’m flailing about.
I try to slide the window up, but it’s stuck.
“Hurry,” Haven says, her gaze tracking between me and the door. Her mom is sure to come through any moment.
“It’s stuck,” I hiss back.
“Well, are all those muscles just for show?” she asks with a pointed look at my bicep.
The ridiculousness of this situation hits me hard, and I have to bite my lip to hold back a laugh.
Sorry, Talon, I think as I force the window open, breaking the latch in the process.
Haven winces at the noise as her mom asks, “What was that?” from the other side of the door.
“Nothing. I just tried to open the window and broke the latch.”
“Oh no. I can come in and?—”
“No!” Haven shouts. “I’m still looking for a bra.”
