Page 69 of Full Split
He licks across my collarbone and up my neck.
I laugh softly. “God, you’re dangerous.”
“Me?” He grins against my mouth. “You started it.”
“Fair.”
I kiss him again, roll him onto his back and settle myself over him. “You need to go,” I remind him, but make no move to get off him. “But maybe I’ll eat you for breakfast first…”
BAM BAM BAM
The pounding on the door makes us both flinch. Niles freezes against me, his body tense. I think we’re both holding our breath.
BAM BAM BAM
“Shit.”
I jump out of bed, pulling on my sleep pants hastily. My heart is pounding like someone just threw a live grenade into my chest.
Unlocking the door, I open it just an inch to peek out. I knew it was Weston, but my mouth still falls open.
He looks flushed. He’s sweaty and breathing heavily, like he’s just been for a run.
“West—”
“I can’t find Niles,” he blurts out, pushing through the door and past me into my room. “He left his phone and everything and—” He stops short.
Everything stops.
Time. My heart.
I can’t move. I can’t think. I can only watch as my son’s gaze lands on his best friend.
Naked.
In my bed.
His eyes flick to me—half-dressed in a pair of inside-out rumpled sleep pants, disheveled, and frozen in terror. And then back to Niles. At his red, swollen lips, bare chest, and the sheet pulled up around his hips.
His expression doesn’t change.
He doesn’t ask questions. Doesn’t yell. Doesn’t react at all.
He just stands there and stares blankly.
And in that stillness and silence, I know that I’ve done irrevocable damage. I’ve broken something sacred. Irreplaceable. Precious.
Without a word, Weston turns and walks out. The door clicks softly shut behind him, leaving a painful silence in his wake.
I can’t move. Can’t speak. My heart is thudding so hard it hurts.
“What do we do now?” Niles whispers.
Finally, I turn my head towards him. He’s not even looking at me, he’s looking down at the sheet he pulled over his lap. His cheeks are wet with tears. He looks like he’s taken the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” I whisper back.
This was certainly not how I thought this would go. Our big trip to Belgium. Niles’ twenty-first birthday. The World Championships.
