Page 152 of Rebirth Of Order
Maybe twenty percent.
“You’ll never get in this way.” Blaise’s voice startles the ever-loving hell out of me, and I jump, knocking over my laptop and letting gravity do what it does best.
“Damn it, Blaise.” Facing him with a mix of fright and annoyance, I continue, “What are you doing up?”
He pans around the room, gazing at my other laptop, and arches a brow. “Late night homework?”
I close it before this building aneurysm has a chance of exploding.Damn it.What is worse than getting caught online is being found out in person–red handed.
Panic thrashes in my chest as I watch his eyes switch between meand the closed laptop under my fingers, searching his expression for any sign he will run and tell. Like a deer in headlights, I’m motionless, awaiting the fate of yet another failed moment.
In a low tone I ask through my teeth, “What did you see?” deciding here and now if I can trust Blaise.
Getting exposed for hacking won’t end with a slap on the wrist. No. Rebecca will do far worse. If she is hell bent on finding who discovered her extracurricular activity, she will go through greater lengths to punish me for viewing secured records.
“Late night homework.” A grin curls his lips. He tugs the covers up, rolling over, and disappears beneath its thickened hold. “But you won’t gain access using simple magic. This homework requires a personal touch…or at the very least, knowing who’s behind it.”
His voice is muffled, and he does a miniature wiggle as he settles in.Is he serious?I’m not entirely sure if Blaise is helping or waiting to confirm what he has seen. Then again, how long was he up before speaking? Minutes lapse with me watching him, shifting my body and doing simple movements with my laptop. I check to see if he will roll back over in hopes of catching me again.
*Snores*
His hard breathing defuses my suspicions, and I huff. I would be insane to think he witnessed nothing, but at least it appears he can be trusted. For now.
Turning around and picking up the fallen laptop, I relax my shoulders. Though my adrenaline is still high, I listen to the voice telling me to call it a night… “Or morning,” I whisper, viewing golden rays upon my wall. It’s best to not push my luck.
Not bothering to check if any damage was done, I grab the other and place both laptops beneath my bed, taking a mental note to obtain a better hiding spot later.
I pull back the covers, careful to not wake Blaise, and gather myself beneath them. Feeling around for my phone, I grunt out, “Where. Is. It?” Cold sheets respond in kind, until something smooth and warm brushes the back of my knuckles.
Yanking up my covers and dipping my head beneath them, I see that Blaise is shirtless. His back faces me, and every inch of it is covered in ink. I gasp, no longer interested in my reasons for being under here.
Painted skin stretches against the flexing muscles of his breathing, and it is nearly impossible to see it all. What little I can, no thanks to our darkened confinement, appears to be one large and incredible art piece. Curiosity takes over, and I lift the blankets a bit more.
“What is this?” I say under my breath. At this point, I’m on my knees, hovering over his back, devoted to figuring it out. Mouthing “feathers?” I’m careful not to touch him, but if he moves, it’s all over.
Knowing Russ has some too, yet never having a chance of viewing all his ink, I draw inspiration for wanting more–new ones without depressing memories attached to them. And since Blaise is in my bed, shirtless, I may as well look for ideas. When in Rome…Wait, does this qualify as sexual harassment if I’m not thinking or doing it sexually? Duh, now stop.
“Kyra?” A velvet tone inquires, “Are you–” and in one motion, not of my doing, Blaise rolls towards me, tossing the covers off us, carefully missing my head in the act. Somehow I manage to maneuver my left arm over Blaise and pin him beneath me as I lean forward, placing both hands on the mattress to keep from falling. An ungodly act. “Awake?” Alex finishes, gazing down at this false display of whatever he is thinking.
I hop up and off the bed with my adrenaline returning. Hungry, it brings its friend, Angst, along with it. “Alex, yes, I’m up.” Behaving as though we’ve been caught in the act, I peer over to Blaise who pans his head between Alex and me, not saying a word.
What pisses me off is the smile he wears, like this situation couldn’t be any worse.
“Good morning, Alex. What doweowe for the pleasure of your company?” Blaise asks, sitting up against my headboard. And based on his smile turning into a full-fledged criminal smirk, he is about to prove me wrong, andthings will definitely become worse.
“I’m here for Kyra, and you are? I failed to get your name.”
“No one of importance.” Waving a dismissive hand, he continues, “But since this twosome goes without an invitation, there’s no need for…” He turns to me with eyes sparkling of chaos, and fear takes hold of every cell in my body about what is to follow. “A threesome.”
I snort, holding back a chuckle and yelling, “Blaise!” but Alex chimes in before anything more can be said.
“Agreed, no threesome is necessary.” And my jaw slacks at his response. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, we have House matters to discuss, and since I’m unaware of who you are, it goes without saying you’re not in House Death.” The squint of his eyes tattle that he is bothered. Either by this encounter or seeing us muddled together on the bed.
“Understandable. I’ll take my leave,” Blaise says, standing and stretching his arms upwards.
From this position of him facing the door, I’m able to see what landed us in this encounter. Beautiful lines sprawled down his back in the shape of two massive angel wings, wrapping around his sides. Each line is placed to perfection, rounding over his muscles.Damn.
He turns, facing me, and I swallow a thick lump of air as I take in his body. Skin, as smooth as it is tight, fits around his muscular frame. He couldn’t have been more sculpted if Michelangelo had done it himself. And the tips of his tattoo, dipping beneath his waistband, draw my attention down before I can catch myself and redirect.
