Page 17 of Rebellious

We share a smile.

Fenn deserves a weekend stuck under his father’s thumb. He’s been nothing but a nightmare this past semester. If it weren’t for Aspen, I don’t know that Drew and I could have handled him. Drew is enough for me on a good day; add Fenn and his every other month suspensions, and it’s a damn near impossible feat.

“So, he found a lunch date and left you here?”

Aspen leans in, her breath against my lips. “Yep. Lucky you, huh?”

Finally, Fenn did me a solid.

“Coffee?” I propose.

“In our pajamas?”

Inhaling, I consider it. “Sure.”

“In your bed?”

Give her an inch and she takes eight miles.

“The living room.” We did enough rule breaking last night.

“Come on, Bennett. We’re leaving tonight.” She gazes at me with those deep, navy blue eyes, weakening my resolve. “Let me have one last nap on your comfy bed before I go?”

She’s manipulating me, and I let her. She’s right, we’re leaving tonight, following our parents home where we’ll both spend the summer before parting.

It’s the last time we’ll be alone.

“Fine,” I grit out. “Coffee and pajamas.” One last time. “In my bed.”

God forgive me.

Pants must be worn to bed

Aspen

I’m wearing his pants.

Not that I don’t enjoy wearing his pants, but I’d much rather have stayed in my t-shirt and underwear. But Bennett wasn’t having it, claiming a t-shirt and underwear were not pajamas.

I snuggle down into his sheets, the past twenty-four hours of no sleep finally catching up to me. “I say we watch something scary,” I propose, scanning the network channels.

Bennett shrugs, setting our coffee on the bedside table. “That’s fine. You’ll fall asleep anyway.”

This is true. “I suppose I should ask you what you want to watch then.”

He climbs in next to me and wedges a pillow between our bodies.

I arch a brow. In about thirty seconds, that pillow will not stop me from snuggling with his big, warm body.

“I don’t care what you turn on, I’ll probably pass out too,” he says.

He sounds tired, and the guilt from keeping him up for an entire day creeps up on me. “I’m sorry I kept us out all night.”

He flashes me a look of boredom, but I keep going. “I forget how delicate you are.”

“Aspen.” He groans, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. “Shut up.”

I grab the pillow and toss it to the floor. “Will you hand me my coffee please?”

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