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I tried not to feel hurt.
Grabbing the red box I had unintentionally dropped, I headed back towards where I had left Tam. Unlike me, he had no such qualms about sleeping on someone else’s bed. He said that all the bed needed was a fresh pair of sheets, which we found in the closet.
“How is this any different from a hotel?” he had asked me with a gentle smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Everything about Tam was gentle and kind. His smile, though rare, was contagious.
When I arrived back at the room, he was lying in the bed with his shirt off. Fallon was there as well, but I barely processed him.
Skin. So much skin.
I wouldn’t have thought that Tam would be so muscular, though I shouldn’t have been surprised since I knew he did MMA. It was a glorious sight of chiseled abs and dark gold hair, trailing down his toned stomach-
“Did you get the stuff?” Fallon asked, breaking me out of my not-so-sisterly thoughts. I blinked like an imbecile.
To be honest, I would not be surprised if my jaw was popped open and drool was coming from my mouth.
Fallon smirked, as if he knew exactly where my thoughts had headed, before grabbing the first aid kit from my hands.
Tam looked up at me, blushed, and then attempted to hide himself underneath a blanket.
The boy didn’t have to hide. He was perfection in human form.
Tam’s face turned even redder, and Fallon coughed to cover up his laugh.
Shit.
Wincing, I perched myself on the edge of Tam’s bed. “Sorry. I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.”
“It’s okay,” he muttered, ducking his head. That only made me feel worse. The last thing I ever wanted to do was embarrass my sweet friend.
“Seriously, Tam, I’ll try to control my perverted mind.”
At that, a tentative smile touched his lips.
“You’ll probably need training to undertake such a hard goal,” he teased, and I gently shoved his shoulder, being careful not to hurt him further.
“Asshole,” I said, smiling. Tam offered me a smile back.
And Fallon? He was watching both of us with a contemplative, if not slightly thoughtful, expression. Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, he began bandaging Tam up.
“You picked a creepy as hell house to stay at tonight,” Fallon said at last, voice gruff.
“Why is that?” I asked, though my mind immediately conjured up a whole list of reasons.
Creepy abandoned nursery? Check.
Stereotypical broken picture frame? Double check.
Absconded house in general? Triple check.
“Was that blood on the wall in the living room?” Fallon continued. “Or red paint? What type of creepy fucker lived here? That’s what I want to know.”
“Blood?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. I must’ve heard him wrong.
“Didn’t you see the blood on the wall when you arrived?” Tam asked. “We all noticed it right away.”
Even before he had finished speaking, I was shaking my head.
“No, you must be mistaken. There was most definitely no blood when I came here.”
