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I don’t think I need two guesses to work out who Dariel was talking about.
Maybe not even one guess. I know.
Me.
What have I done to make him hate me enough that he thinks I’m nothing?
A soft knock on the bedroom door has me sitting up, tugging the sheets up to cover me, and making certain sore parts of my body tingle with awareness.
I slept with Kade.
I barely even know him and I slept with him.
Why?
Another soft knock on the door reminds me I haven’t spoken, but before I can, there’s a grunt, and the door swings open.
“I told you she’s awake already.” Kade stalks in, his gray stare sweeping me from head to toe.
At that moment, I know exactly why I slept with him and why I will again. Every part of me comes alive, responding to him like it hasn’t to anyone ever before. I crave him. His touch, his body, but not the least of all, his eyes on me.
And even if he wasn’t unashamedly naked, my body wouldstillrespond. I just know it.
His nostrils flare and heat fills his eyes.
I guess this attraction isn’t just a one-way street.
“I was being polite,” Aden mutters, drawing my focus from Kade to find him rubbing at his shoulder with a pained look on his face.
Kade snorts before he strides right over and climbs right into the bed beside me. I tense, hoping he doesn’t kiss me with Aden right there, but at the same time wanting him to do much more than that.
Kade studies me for a long moment before he shifts his focus to Aden. “You were right.”
I turn from Kade to Aden, and then back again. “Right about what?”
The bedsheet slips down and I grab at it, pulling it up before I flash the room.
Unlike Kade, who's decided to make himself comfortable beside me in the queen-sized bed, Aden leans against the wall opposite, still dressed in the same white shirt and pants he must have been wearing for the last couple of days now. I’m almost positive there’s a bloodstain on his shoulder from when I cut my head and he carried me back to his apartment.
“The look in your eyes,” Kade says.
I’m blinking at him in confusion when he wraps his arm around my waist and hauls me close beside him. I come perilously close to losing my sheet again and glare up at him. “Hey! Quit manhandling me.”
He raises his eyebrow. “You didn’t have a problem with me manhandling you against the door or the shower.”
Every inch of my skin burns bright hot, and I fight the urge to burrow under the covers. “Don’tsaythat.” I shoot Aden a rapid glance. “Aden is right—”
“—this second probably wishing he’d joined us,” Kade interrupts.
I stare up at his face, trying to read him. Since he doesn’t look like he’s joking or trying to embarrass me, I glance over at Aden to see if his expression will tell me more.
There’s no smile on his face. If anything, there’s an intensity in his eyes that stirs a memory to the forefront of my mind. “You said something before,” I say, my voice low, “back in your apartment.”
He nods for me to continue.
I clear my throat as I struggle to ask something I don’t know how to. “About being close.”
My throat tightens enough I can’t say anymore because what Kade is hinting at suggests that the hounds don’t just share a vehicle or cash.
