Page 39 of Pretty Lethal
I roll my eyes at his overbearingness before giving him the stink eye. “You don’t seriously think you can go on a stealth mission when you can hardly walk in a straight line, do you?”
The asshole only smirks back at me. “Don’t you worry about me, Little Sparrow. I’ll be just fine.”
I grumble at him under my breath as we haul Wilder up the stairs, only leaving him to stand on his own two feet when we’re standing in the hallway outside his bedroom door. Hawk’s and Wilder’s rooms are beside each other, and while Wilder fumbles with his key, Hawk pulls me into his chest. His arms band around me as his lips descend on mine in a lackadaisical kiss. Soft lips part mine, allowing his tongue to slide leisurely into my mouth like we have all the time in the world. A warm comfort rises in my chest, and my hands move to rest over the steady thumping of his heart as I sigh blissfully into his mouth.
Our kiss is slow and languid, but I feel the love and affection of it deep in my bones.
I pull back at the sound of Wilder finally unlocking the door and stumbling into his room. However, instead of letting me go, Hawk follows me into Wilder’s room.
“You don’t think I’m going to leave you alone so you can sneak off without me, do you?” he asks with a quirked brow when he spots my questioning gaze.
“That would be far too easy,” I grumble, making him chuckle.
The two of us turn to watch Wilder as the drunken fool strips down to his boxers with the door wide open. Hawk snorts while I sigh, before closing the door. I turn around just in time for Wilder to faceplant the mattress, mumbling something incoherent.
I can’t help but laugh at the state of him as I cross the room toward his bed. “Let’s get you under the covers.”
He says something in response, but it’s muffled by the duvet.
I begin to drag his legs off the bed, only pausing to glare at Hawk when he makes no move to help. The asshole simply stands in the center of the room with his arms folded across his chest and a smirk gracing his lips as he watches me struggle with a six-foot-three semi-unconscious Wilder.
Eventually, I manage to get him onto his back. “Fine,” Wilder mumbles. “We can have sex, but you have to do all the work.”
Hawk lets out a sharp bark of laughter while my shoulders shake with silent amusement. “I’m not trying to have sex with you, you idiot. I’m trying to get you into bed.”
“Same thing. Just climb on top of me, Angel.”
Shaking my head at his drunken antics, I manage to pull the covers free without accidentally sending him crashing to the floor—and still with no assistance from Hawk. By the time I’m done, he’s snoring, and once I’ve tucked him in, I stand and watch him for a moment. He’s so peaceful looking in his sleep, although there’s still that dangerous, damaged air about him.
“Awh, he’s such a good kid,” Hawk teases, moving to stand beside me. “We should let him have playtime more often.”
I roll my eyes, ignoring the asshole, as I lean in and gently brush Wilder’s hair back from his face before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Sweet dreams, Wilder.”
I hear Hawk yawn behind me, and an evil thought crosses my mind. Ignoring him, I strip out of my dress and pull on the leggings and hoodie I brought with me for later and climb in beside Wilder.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at Hawk. I can see the alcohol starting to affect him now, and his eyelids are heavy, his posture slumping with tiredness.
“I thought we were going to the library?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. We need to wait until the other students have returned to their rooms for the night.”
He grumbles under his breath as he shucks out of his clothes and slides in behind me, wearing only his boxers. “You better wake me, Little Sparrow, or there will be hell to pay.”
I don’t respond, resting my head on the pillow and pretending to be asleep as he slides a muscular arm around my waist and pulls me in against him. In no time at all, his breathing has evened out, and I know he’s fast asleep.
Even when I’m confident that he’s fast asleep in alcohol-infused dreams, I still don’t move. It’s so warm and cozy, snuggled between the two of them, and I make a mental note to sleep like this more often.
Eventually, though, I force myself out from beneath the duvet, moving carefully not to wake Hawk. Although, he is softly snoring now so I think it would takea lotfor him to wake up.
Slipping silently from the bed, I dig through his pockets for the library key before scooping up Wilder’s room key. Before I leave the room, I take one last glance toward the bed and have to stifle my laughter behind my hand when I notice Hawk has shifted further into the middle of the bed, his arm is now wrapped around Wilder.
Aww. They make such an adorable couple.
Still shaking with silent laughter, I slip quietly out the door.
The halls are thankfully empty as I navigate them back to the foyer, before moving down the one Hawk pointed out earlier. There’s only one door at the far end, and I search for any indicators that it’s the correct one—a plaque on the door or plate mounted on the wall—only there is nothing.
Cautiously, I push down on the handle. When the door doesn’t open, I lift out Hawk’s key and insert it. The lock turns with a satisfying click, and this time when I turn the handle, it opens.
