Page 23 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
Wylder ducked back into the fridge to avoid staring at his abs peeking below his shirt as he stretched. “Um, whose room are you in?”
“Wylder’s, Queen of the snackies.” Logan came up behind her.
“Exactly, I’ve got this.” She spread out the containers of leftover Chinese food and started pulling things from the cabinet. “We’ve got lo mein noodles, pot stickers, pad thai and pork fried rice … and nacho makings.”
“I feel indigestion coming my way in the very near future.” He reached over her head and into the cabinet behind her. “Wylds, do my eyes deceive me, or do you have protein bars in here?”
“I stole them from Killian’s room. Did you know those have chocolate in them? They’re delicious.” She pulled down plates and opened containers for their buffet-style potluck dinner.
“And unless you’re a major athlete with an epic exercise routine, they’re super fattening.”
“Your point?” She stared up at him with a smirk.
“How are you so thin? I’m serious, scientists should study you.”
“I’m so not thin, but thank you … I think.”
“You are a perfect, Wylder sized nutritional phenomenon … and that’s a compliment.” Logan winked and started loading up his plate.
“That one’s hot, babe,” Wylder swatted his hand away from the Szechuan chicken. His tolerance for spice was zero.
“Thanks,babe.” He smirked, popping her plate into the microwave first.
“We need drinks!” She stuck her head in the tiny fridge to cool her face.Did I just call him babe? What the heck is wrong with me?“I’ve got bottled tea and seltzer water, and we can always steal Devyn’s Diet Dr. Pepper.”
“I’m good with seltzer water.” Logan gathered the empty cartons and tossed them into the trash.
“You want a side of nachos?” Wylder reached for the unopened bag of chips.
“Maybe after the Chinese settles and we get hungry again.” The microwave chimed, and he retrieved her plate, popping his in to heat next. “Go eat. I’ll bring the drinks in a sec.”
“I’ll find us a show.” Wylder retreated to her room, fluffing up the pillows against her headboard so they could sit and binge a few episodes of something on her laptop while they ate their late dinner. “Fantasy, sci-fi, comedy, or horror?” She shouted.
“Depends,” he called back. “Show or movie?”
“Show.”
“Horror’s good, have you seen Haunting of Hill House on Netflix?”
“I love that show, but I’ve only seen a few episodes.”
Logan came in balancing his plate on top of their drinks. “I’ve seen it a few times. It’s one of my go-to shows so pick up where you left off. It has such a creepy, twisty plot, I catch something new every time I watch it.” He closed the door behind him and turned to her. “Grab my plate, will you?” He placed a knee on her bed.
Wylder took his plate so he could set their drinks on the side table, and he climbed onto the bed next to her, leaning back against the headboard. “Your bed is way more comfortable than mine.” He kicked his feet up and balanced his plate on his lap.
Wylder was suddenly very aware of his presence in her room, and she really liked how at home he was.
“Oh, this is the one with the Bent-Neck Lady. It’s so creepy.”
“Perfect.” Wylder hit play and scooted closer to Logan. Friend Logan. Friends who liked to kiss and called each other babe. Friends who were totally comfortable with each other and not at all interested in defining what kind of friends—or more—they actually were.That’s not annoying at all.She shoveled a forkful of Szechuan chicken into her mouth and tried to focus on the show, but she was more interested in watching Logan watch the show.
* * *
Wylder groaned and stretched.
“Ow, that was my eye,babe,” Logan grumbled into her ear.
Her eyes flew open. She laid curled against Logan’s side, and his arm rested around her waist.Holy crap, Logan Cook is in my bed, spooning me.She couldn’t seem to get her eyes to go back to their normal size.
