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His siblings were scared of him.
So was Miss Solo.
Not me.
"Pointing is something you do with your finger. See –" Giggling, I wiggled my index finger in front of his face. "Pointing."
"You ha-ha-ha," he accused, giving me a look of outrage. "On me?"
"It's at you, not on you, and I'm not laughing," I lied, sidling closer until our shoulders were touching.
He was thirteen, but he looked like a man. He was just so big. And his smell? It was so yummy. I always wanted to move closer to him.
"I promise," I added. "And you are doing so well, Trig. Honestly. Your English is getting better every day."
"I want to fuck this." Another burst of Spanish escaped him and he dropped his head in his hands. "I want to fuck this…fucking fuck!"
"Well –" I grinned and patted his big shoulder. "You seem to have the swear words locked down."
"Ah…swear word?" Brows furrowed, he turned to look at me. "I do not…uh…know that swear word?"
"Fuck," I explain, blushing. "Fuck is a swear word."
"Fuck," he repeated slowly, dark brown eyes lock on mine. "You fuck, or no?"
"I don’t know what you mean," I laughed and then quickly blushed, unable to take the heat that emanated from those big brown eyes.
"Eres un, corderito," he said then, giving me a curious look. "Riéndose de un lobo."
"Are you making fun of me?" I whispered, edging closer to the huge boy with the golden skin. "Are you calling me mean names, Trigger?"
"No te preocupes." A hint of a smile ghosted his full lips. "No te morderé, corderito..."
Clenching my eyes shut, I bowed my head and held perfectly still, willing the pain shooting through my body to fade, and my childhood memories of Trigger Laperro to not hurt so damn bad.
"It's okay, Ash," Jethro told me, letting us inside his older brother's quarters, but I knew that was a lie. "Just wait here, okay?"
He pushed me into a chair in the foyer and disappeared from sight.
Several minutes later, the sound ofhisvoice filled my ears and I stiffened.
"Why the fuck not?" Trigger demanded, appearing from the hallway Jet had disappeared down, freshly showered, and with nothing but a towel around his hips.
"Because he said not to," Jet strangled out, hurrying after his brother. "I didn’t know what to do."
"Ashton," Trig said gruffly, and I flinched.
Stopping several feet from me, he ran a hand through his wet hair and exhaled heavily, clearly noticing my physical reaction to him. "He said that you are still bleeding?"
"No," the word was barely audible but I managed to squeeze it out. "I don’t think so."
Another tremor racked through his body as he stood several feet from me, looking utterly helpless. "I will take you to a doctor –"
"No!" I snapped, tone harder now.
He frowned. "Corderito, let me take care –"
"I amnotexplainingthisto anyone," I strangled out, pulse racing at the thought. "I just need to sleep. That's it. That's all I want to do."
