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She’s right. The thought of Brianna going back to her flat alone doesn’t sit well with me either. But honestly, Toby and Jodie’s place isn’t much better.
So what would you prefer? That she moves in with you?
“Got any other suggestions?” Toby asks with a knowing smirk.
“N-no. I guess I hadn’t really put much thought into what happens once we’re out of here.” Lies. Such lies.
“Sure you hadn’t. If you think of any, do let us know,” he teases.
“Just go, before you wake her up,” I hiss, more than ready to be alone with my siren once more.
8
BRIANNA
Iwake hot with sweat coating my skin, my cheek pressed up against something that isn’t a pillow, and my fingers wrapped around—
“Oh my God,” I gasp as my brain wakes up and I realise exactly what I’m holding.
I tug my hand free, but it gets stuck against the elasticated waistband pinning my wrist down.
A deep growl rumbles beside me, and my heart jumps into my throat as reality slams into me.
“Fuck,” I bark, tugging harder and successfully freeing my hand from Nico’s sweats and moving it as far away from his rock-hard cock as I can get it.
“Party pooper,” he grunts, his voice rough with sleep.
I blink a few times, letting my vision clear properly, and I find that for the first time since waking here, I actually feel a little more alive.
But then I remember the reason I’ve woken up so hot, and I turn to my bedmate.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snap, desperately trying to ignore how hot he looks with eyes puffy from sleep, the longer-than-usual stubble on his jaw and his full li—Do not go there, Brianna. He is the reason why you are here with stitches in your arm.
“Siren—”
“No, don’t fuckingsirenme. Get the hell out of my bed,” I demand.
“Babe, come on.”
“Babe? Are you actually fucking serious right now? Do you think that just because I was hugging your dick in my sleep, I’ve forgiven you? That all of this is okay and we can just go back to how things were?”
A deep frown forms in his brow, and I swear whatever hope that might have been in his eyes dissolves into disappointment. My God, did he actually think that? The sight sends a pain shooting straight through my heart. But it’s nothing compared to my lingering headache and pain from my stitches, so it’s easy to push it aside.
“You’re unbelievable. Your dick might be good, Nico. But it’s not that fucking magical,” I spit, then frown as a smirk twitches at his lips. “What?”
“You seem to be feeling better this morning, Brianna,” Maria says with an amused lilt to her voice.
“Oh for the love of God,” I sigh, falling back on the bed. “I haven’t done anything with his dick,” I confess as she pulls my notes from the end of the bed and studies them.
“It’s not my place to judge if you have. Just remember those stitches are only so good.”
She glances up at me, her eyes crinkling as she fights the smile that wants to break across her face.
“That sounds like all the permission I need.”
“I thought you were leaving, young man,” Maria says, turning her eyes on my bed buddy.
“He is,” I confirm, giving his shoulder a less-than-gentle shove. “He’s not welcome in here. I don’t know when he snuck in.”
