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didn’t you? How’s that college fantasy working out for you now?
I try to sit up, but gentle hands push me back down. Just as well. The room’s spinning so hard we could be in outer space for all I know.
Blake leans over me sitting on the edge of the bed.
Am I dreaming this?
“Tia Reed—life of the party,” he smirks, wearing a panty-soaking smile straight from the bad boy playbook. He’s got on a tight white tee, pecs pushing it out in all the right places.
My mouth’s dry when I speak. “I can’t handle my alcohol, can I?”
The mattress dips where his hand falls upon it next to my side. “This ain’t World of Warcraft. You can’t mosey on down to the local tavern and down unlimited ale without any consequences.”
“I prefer Skin of Dwarven Stout.” The night comes back to me, Ethan on top of me, Blake peeling him off, a fight… but that’s all.
Too close. Way too close.
I notice the gash below his eye, point. “Are you going to get into trouble for that?”
He touches it lightly. “This? Could have been from any number of former lovers.”
“Is Ethan okay?”
Blake’s eyebrows knit together. “You’re worried about that asshole? The guy who got you completely wasted to have his way with you? If I hadn’t…” he trails off, looking away. “I mean, you’re not seriously into him, are you?”
“It’s none of your business.”
I know I sound harsh, but I’m too tired to care right now.
Blake stands up. “Really? That’s how you’re going thank me for saving your ass?”
I remain quiet. I just want to sleep.
Blake claps his hands together. “Okay. Fucking fine, but don’t come crying to me when it all goes pear-shaped.”
He slams the door on his way out. Guy’s got a temper, not that I’m helping. Still, he doesn’t know the full story here.
He will.
I pull myself out of bed around lunch, managing to avoid both Blake and Billy on the way to the bathroom. I soak long and hard in the shower, pressing my head against the tiles while I close my eyes.
I think of Blake. I think of myself, how I acted. Who was that this morning? I don’t know. I was being a bitch. He’s right. He did save me, put his body on the line, his scholarship even.
It’s time to bring him up to speed.
Not yet. No, he has to remain clueless for now.
I should repair things a little, though, to make life easier around here. Stepping on eggshells twenty-four seven isn’t much fun.
I nod to myself. Fine. Whatevs.
I wrap myself in a towel and come out into the living area. Billy’s absent, but Blake’s watching Ellen again on TV. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was your favorite show.”
He turns and quickly takes in my toweled form before bringing his attention back to the TV. “If you’re going to stand there all day making cute little quips, you can fuck right off.”
Double harsh, not that I don’t deserve it.
I come around the sofa, stand between him and TV. “Look, I was rude to you this morning. I know that.”
His lips press together, but he doesn’t relent yet.
I take a seat on the sofa, the towel riding up a little and Blake’s eyes following it. I press my legs together. “Can you forgive me?”
He exhales. “You going to keep teaching me World of Warcraft or what?”
I smile. “Let me warm up the keyboard.”
*
Blake’s a quick learner, not that I should have expected otherwise. We’re only a few sessions in and already he’s kicking Alliance ass all over the screen. In a way, I’m proud.
I switch off the monitor. “You’re getting good.”
He stands. “Helps to have a quality teacher.”
“Like Dad?”
“Coach?” laughs Blake. “I suppose you could say that. ‘Slave-driver’ would be a better fit.”
“Come on. He got you here, didn’t he?”
Blake sits on the edge of my desk. It buckles slightly. It won’t take many more sittings. “You’ve heard the story, no doubt?”
“I have. He saw you swimming, saw the talent, got
I try to sit up, but gentle hands push me back down. Just as well. The room’s spinning so hard we could be in outer space for all I know.
Blake leans over me sitting on the edge of the bed.
Am I dreaming this?
“Tia Reed—life of the party,” he smirks, wearing a panty-soaking smile straight from the bad boy playbook. He’s got on a tight white tee, pecs pushing it out in all the right places.
My mouth’s dry when I speak. “I can’t handle my alcohol, can I?”
The mattress dips where his hand falls upon it next to my side. “This ain’t World of Warcraft. You can’t mosey on down to the local tavern and down unlimited ale without any consequences.”
“I prefer Skin of Dwarven Stout.” The night comes back to me, Ethan on top of me, Blake peeling him off, a fight… but that’s all.
Too close. Way too close.
I notice the gash below his eye, point. “Are you going to get into trouble for that?”
He touches it lightly. “This? Could have been from any number of former lovers.”
“Is Ethan okay?”
Blake’s eyebrows knit together. “You’re worried about that asshole? The guy who got you completely wasted to have his way with you? If I hadn’t…” he trails off, looking away. “I mean, you’re not seriously into him, are you?”
“It’s none of your business.”
I know I sound harsh, but I’m too tired to care right now.
Blake stands up. “Really? That’s how you’re going thank me for saving your ass?”
I remain quiet. I just want to sleep.
Blake claps his hands together. “Okay. Fucking fine, but don’t come crying to me when it all goes pear-shaped.”
He slams the door on his way out. Guy’s got a temper, not that I’m helping. Still, he doesn’t know the full story here.
He will.
I pull myself out of bed around lunch, managing to avoid both Blake and Billy on the way to the bathroom. I soak long and hard in the shower, pressing my head against the tiles while I close my eyes.
I think of Blake. I think of myself, how I acted. Who was that this morning? I don’t know. I was being a bitch. He’s right. He did save me, put his body on the line, his scholarship even.
It’s time to bring him up to speed.
Not yet. No, he has to remain clueless for now.
I should repair things a little, though, to make life easier around here. Stepping on eggshells twenty-four seven isn’t much fun.
I nod to myself. Fine. Whatevs.
I wrap myself in a towel and come out into the living area. Billy’s absent, but Blake’s watching Ellen again on TV. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was your favorite show.”
He turns and quickly takes in my toweled form before bringing his attention back to the TV. “If you’re going to stand there all day making cute little quips, you can fuck right off.”
Double harsh, not that I don’t deserve it.
I come around the sofa, stand between him and TV. “Look, I was rude to you this morning. I know that.”
His lips press together, but he doesn’t relent yet.
I take a seat on the sofa, the towel riding up a little and Blake’s eyes following it. I press my legs together. “Can you forgive me?”
He exhales. “You going to keep teaching me World of Warcraft or what?”
I smile. “Let me warm up the keyboard.”
*
Blake’s a quick learner, not that I should have expected otherwise. We’re only a few sessions in and already he’s kicking Alliance ass all over the screen. In a way, I’m proud.
I switch off the monitor. “You’re getting good.”
He stands. “Helps to have a quality teacher.”
“Like Dad?”
“Coach?” laughs Blake. “I suppose you could say that. ‘Slave-driver’ would be a better fit.”
“Come on. He got you here, didn’t he?”
Blake sits on the edge of my desk. It buckles slightly. It won’t take many more sittings. “You’ve heard the story, no doubt?”
“I have. He saw you swimming, saw the talent, got
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