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“I’ll go and grab some clothes from your place,” Nick says, effectively ignoring his brother’s sideways comment. “Buy you a little breathing room.”
My brain momentarily flicks to the world outside, the one that’s continuing on without us like a piece of me hasn’t just been ripped from my chest.
“Shit, I’ve got classes today,” I say on an exhale.
The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, reality crashing down on my shoulders.
“Don’t worry about any of that,” Leo says, attempting to snap me back out of it. “Send me your schedule over and I’ll sort it.”
“Sort it, how?” I ask, looking around for my phone and not finding it. “I left it with the mask on my bedroom floor.”
When I went back to my room to find Tamsin, only…
“I’m on it,” Nick says, slinging a shirt over his unbelievably sexy muscles and sliding his trainers on. “Go get in the bath, we’ve got this.”
He kisses me, no doubt tasting Wyatt on my tongue, but instead of seeing disgust on his face, he smiles and winks before heading out the door. I must have walked into some other reality.What the hell is going on here?
I’m still attempting to piece it all together as Leo tidies the bed up, ushering Jacob out to shower in his room and giving me five minutes of peace.
“Don’t overthink it. We’ve got you.” He winks as Wyatt opens the door behind me, drawing me into the candlelit bathroom.
Under other circumstances, it would be sexy, romantic. Hell, it’s both of those things right now. He’s got soft music playing on a speaker, and something that smells amazing rising in the steam from the bath, water still dripping from his hair and a towel wrapped low around his waist showing off every dip and curve of the abs I didn’t realise he was hiding.
“So, you’re not getting in with me then?” I joke.
“Jumped in the shower,” he admits. “But I can stay if you want some company?”
“That would be nice,” I reply.
The T-shirt hits me mid-thigh, and considering everything we’ve just done, there’s really no need to be shy about it, but for some reason, this feels different, more intimate.
“I’ll give you two minutes,” he says, picking up on my nervousness and being the gentleman he is. “There are some new toothbrushes on the counter if you want one.”
“Thank you.”
The door closes quietly behind him as I quickly relieve myself, brush my teeth, and sink into the perfect water with a contented sigh. The bathroom is huge, bigger than ours, that’s for sure. Or mine, now. I shrug the thought off, going back to taking everything in as I look over the double shower, the his-and-his sinks and the black marble tiles that make up the bath. This place really was made for lots of people.
Because two adults are supposed to be here, not together, just individually. Pawns in a game we don’t know the rules for. But before I have time to spiral much further, Wyatt comes back in, a steaming mug of tea in his hands.
“Are you good?” he checks before entering.
At my nod, he joins me, handing over a mug of tea and taking a seat on the lid of the toilet. How many times have Tamsin and I done this exact thing? A smile almost hits my face before I realise we’ll never do that again, because she’s gone, maybe dead.
Maybe she’s another one of those nameless, faceless people that ended up in an unmarked grave in a churchyard that nobody attends.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Wyatt says, catching my gaze immediately and rushing over, his hands coming to my shoulder. “Whatever you’re thinking right now, let it go. We’re in the bubble, okay?”
“The bubble?”
“What happens in the bubble, stays in the bubble.” He nods. “And nothing from outside can penetrate.”
“Like what we just did,” I say, swallowing thickly.
I’m not sure whether I want to do that all again or leave it in the bubble. A one-off amazing memory where they drove me wild and gave me exactly what I needed; a respite from my own thoughts.
“Maybe, or maybe that follows us out into the light, but none of that needs to be decided just this second. All you need to do is recover from what we just did and breathe these oils in.”
“Okay.” I smile. It’s small, and it barely meets my eyes. It’s forced, but not fake, and it feels weird on my face. Something just a few hours ago I never thought I’d do again.
