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Just as I went to step inside, a warm hand wrapped around my wrist and stopped me.
“No one goes in there.”
I gasped and turned to find a half-naked Aiken Cross gazing down at me. He was wearing jeans, but from the waist up, he was all male skin covered in tattoos and drops of water. Thirst roared through my body, and the desire to taste the water on his skin made me shutter.
I devoured him with my eyes, taking in the beautiful art on his skin and the sexy dips and cuts of his lean muscles. When I finally looked up into his face, I saw that he was looking down at me, as well.
I shivered at the way his green gaze slid over my breasts and neck until they paused at my lips. His tongue peeked out, swiping across his full bottom lip as if he were craving a kiss from me.
I blinked and turned away, giving myself the minute I needed to control whatever I was feeling.
“Why? Is the bathroom broken in there?”
“No.” His voice was deep and raspy, and again I felt a rush of goosebumps ride along my arms.
“I don’t understand. Why can’t I go in and use the bathroom then?”
“Because no one goes in there.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense.”
“It’s Crow’s house. He makes the rules. You have a problem with them, take it up with him. But I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. Anyway, I’m finished in the bathroom. Use that one if you need to.”
I listened, putting my head down and fleeing into the steamy bathroom. I pressed my back against the closed door and took a deep breath.
What was I doing?
He was Aiken Cross.
Son of Sinister.
The Skull.
Also, the biggest asshole I had ever met.
Thinking such things about him wasn’t going to end well. I needed to maintain my anger towards him. I needed to remember what he and the others did to my father’s urn and their lack of respect for others.
Lying my head back against the door, I breathed in once again, and the sweet smell of his body wash slipped over me.
Why did this guy smell so freaking amazing?
Was he bathing in pheromones?
Because suddenly, my body was loving everything about his body, while my mind knew right from wrong—Aiken Cross was all kinds of wrong.
Once I was done using the bathroom and rinsing my mouth and my face, I went into the living room in search of Zada. I moved around from room to room, finding people passed out in strange places, but there was no sign of her.
Stepping onto the small front porch, I pulled out my phone, hoping she had left a message for me, but there was nothing. She was my ride. Quickly, I called my mom and Erik, but neither answered. I was getting nervous. There I was, in a house full of strangers in the middle of an unsafe neighborhood.
Panic gripped my heart, and the ability to breathe became harder. My hair felt too hot and heavy, so I tugged the hair tie from my wrist and pulled it into a messy bun on top of my head.
Breathe, Everly.
I could hardly believe I had left my prescription at home, knowing where I was going. I was still embarrassed that Aiken had found me in his room, of all places, having a massive panic attack. To begin with, his thoughts about me weren’t too fond. I could only imagine what he thought of me after seeing me curled up in a corner like a freak.
Not that I cared what he thought of me.
I didn’t.
