Page 85 of Rebellious

“I’ll check it later.”

I turn my head and narrow my eyes, but his are closed. “Who are you and what have you done with my Bennett?”

Since when has Bennett been irresponsible?

He cracks open his eyes and grins. “Your pussy ruined him.”

I laugh, using the opportunity to pull away.

“Come on, Asp,” he whines. “Come back to bed. I promise we’ll check it in the morning.”

I look at the clock on the nightstand and grab one of his t-shirts from the chair. “It’s the afternoon, Bennett. Morning was over about four hours ago.”

Gah, we’ll never get our sleep back on track. We’re going to need to go on evening runs since we can’t seem to remain conscious during the daytime.

“Fuck.” He groans. “I feel like I could sleep for days.”

Same, but I enjoy eating, so I doubt I could manage it. “I’m going to get us some water and then I’ll come back and check your sugar.” I pause, eyeing snuggly Bennett whose eyes drift close. “Unless you want to get up and check it while I’m gone.”

I barely catch the head shake before he rolls and pulls the blankets over his head. He’s adorable, but he’s going to check his sugar, even if I have to yank him off that bed naked. Hmm… that might not be a terrible idea.

Striding into the living room, I expect to see a shithole littered with beer bottles and open takeout boxes from Fenn and Drew, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Both the kitchen and the living room are relatively tidy.

“Nice to see you’re still breathing.” Fenn is putting away the dishes.

“Are you—” My mouth falls open, the words lost on me.

“Don’t get excited,” he says with a grin. “We’re hiding all the good shit for the party tonight.”

Ah. Now that makes sense.

“I figured you and Bennett wouldn’t feel up to joining us.” He scans Bennett’s shirt hanging to my knees.

“Probably not,” I return, not giving a shit that he and Drew know exactly what kept Bennett and me up all night. “I think we’ll spend the evening resting.”

Fenn scoffs. “At least eat something so you don’t pass out.”

“Like that girl I dated freshman year,” Drew chimes in, handing Fenn some of Mom’s expensive wall art, and snapping his fingers. “Passed right out as soon as her feet hit the floor.”

I smother a laugh while Fenn shoves the pictures into the pantry and tosses me two protein bars.

“I literally thought my dick had killed her.” Drew plucks a bar from my hand and tears it open before handing it back. “I wasn’t sure if I should be proud or terrified.”

“You settled for screaming like a little bitch,” my brother fills in. “I had to call Mom and promise her a visit in exchange for the medical advice.” He shrugs. “So, now we keep protein bars on hand.”

I shake my head at these two idiots who I love way too much. “Thanks for the tip,” I tell them, taking a bite of the bar and frowning. “Ugh. It’s sugar-free.”

Fenn rolls his eyes. “Of course they are. We keep the sugar ones in the nightstands, but since you’re going back to Hulk, you’ll need to feed him sugar-free garbage.”

And here sometimes I think they don’t care about each other. “You both are the sweetest—”

Drew grabs me like he’s going to put me in a headlock, like he used to when we were kids, but then pauses. “I probably shouldn’t wrestle with you in Bennett’s shirt.”

I smooth my shirt down. “Probably not,” I agree. I don’t bother telling him I have no underwear on. I think he can take a guess.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I think I’ll keep my bones in one piece today.”

I nod and he points to the bar in my hand. “Is that going to be enough?”

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