Page 49 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
She rested her chin on his shoulder. “Killian.” She closed her eyes.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Tell us.”
“You’re right. We kissed last night. And it was…” It was what? A mistake? A one-time thing? “Epic.”
“Epic, huh?” He grinned.
“Wipe that smile off your face, Killian James.”
“So, are you and Logan like dating now?” Devyn asked. “Will that be weird with Sebastian?”
“No.” She sighed. “We’re not dating. I don’t think it’ll happen again.”
“Then what’s the big deal?” Killian asked. “So, you forget about it and go back to bickering. Right?”
The big deal? She didn’t want it to be a one-time thing. And that desire had her running from it all the way from the dorms to the lake at way-too-early o’clock in the morning.
“Right.” Even as she said the word, she knew it wasn’t that simple.
Nothing was.
Killian wrapped an arm around her. “Running can’t solve all your problems, Wylds.”
“Definitely not.” Devyn stood and wiped off her butt. “But it can make you forget for a little while.”
“So can sleep.” Killian laughed. “Just ask Logan. He passed out early last night, and his light was off when I left this morning.”
An irrational anger burned through Wylder. “You mean he can sleep?”
No. If their kiss kept her up most of the night, he didn’t get peaceful slumber. Not. One. Bit.
Wylder climbed to her feet, her legs shaking beneath her. “Why did I want to run again?”
“Need me to carry you?” Killian teased.
“No, but I’m not going to finish the run with you guys. I need to go back to the dorm. I have someone to deal with.” A sleeping someone.
Devyn only shook her head and took off in the opposite direction.
“Please don’t break him.” Killian laughed as he followed Devyn.
Wylder didn’t promise anything. She tried to run back down the path to the dorms, but she’d used up her limited running juice. Sucking down water from the bottle Devyn had made her bring, she hiked back up the hill, her legs burning with every step. “You can do this, Wylder,” she kept telling herself. “Just a few more steps.”
Well, more than a few. By the time she reached the front door of the building, she was ready to collapse again. She swiped her keycard and yanked open the door. A security guard nodded to her from behind a tall desk. It was his job to make sure the genders remained separate in the morning and at night. But the main lobby wasn’t the only way to get to the other floors or the boys’ wing.
She passed the dining hall where the earliest diners ate their breakfast. Crazies.
Thundering down the stairs to her own floor, she walked all the way down the hall to the back stairwell and pushed open the thick metal door. She pushed her legs to climb up to Logan’s floor and checked to make sure no one was in the hall when she stepped through the door into the boys’ side of the dorm building.
It was empty save for one person. Diego froze when he saw her.
She put a finger to her lips.
“Where have you been?” He whispered, looking down at her sweat-soaked hoodie and unkempt hair.
“Running.”
“No really, Wylds. Why are you gross?”
