Page 21 of The Perfect Spiral
I was set down on my bed. I had changed into my sweats before we started the movie, so I was comfortable. Plus, the relief of taking off my bra was heavenly.
“Night,” I whispered. I felt the covers being pulled over me, making me even cozier. “Night, ba...” His voice trailed off as I slipped into a deep sleep.
Chapter 10
The days that followed were a blur. Andy had returned to our shared apartment in California to finish up her assignment for the following week. Our first semester was drawing to a close, and exams were looming on the horizon.
I remained in Savannah, sharing the house with Kyle and Knox. They had gone out the previous night, leaving me to curl up on the couch and binge-watch Sons of Anarchy on Netflix.
I had been curious about the show’s popularity, and now I understood. Two words: Jax Teller. The primary reason why thefemale population was so enamored with the series. Those abs were certainly something.
It was eleven in the morning, and I was due to fly back to college that evening. I was hoping that Kyle would be kind enough to drive me to the airport, rather than lazing around the house.
Knox had also decided to stay a few extra days, as he had a meeting with his agent about potential endorsement deals.
I threw back the covers, and the chill of the morning air prickled my skin, causing goosebumps to rise. I slipped into a pair of tight workout shorts—the only thing I could find on top of my suitcase.
I had packed most of my belongings the previous night while the dynamic duo were out, presumably picking up girls and getting wasted.
I had a few missed calls and texts from both of them, pleading with me to join them. I can assure you, I won that battle.
As I opened my door and descended the stairs, I spotted a pair of red lace panties clinging desperately to the steps.
“Ew, gross!” I sidestepped them as if they were contaminated—which, knowing these boys, they very well could be.
I had suspected they brought girls home last night. The telltale signs were all there: the fake giggles, the smacking of lips, the playful teasing, and the sound of bodies being slammed against walls.
The screams, moans, and heavy breathing didn’t leave much to the imagination, and this morning’s discovery confirmed my suspicions.
I ventured into the kitchen, intending to whip up a somewhathealthy breakfast. I rummaged through the cabinets and peeked into the refrigerator, assessing the available ingredients.
I was relieved to be leaving tonight. I couldn’t bear another day with these two horndogs. They were equally insufferable.
Spotting some bananas in the fruit bowl, I peeled two and placed them in a bowl, ready to make my favorite banana pancakes. I took out a pan and let it heat up.
I washed some leftover berries to top my pancakes. Now, all I needed was some syrup. I approached the cabinet, hoping to find some leftover honey, maple syrup, or even Nutella.
Yes! There was some maple syrup left! Jackpot!
Being petite had its disadvantages, like not being able to reach the top shelf. I got up on my tiptoes, straining to reach the syrup. Realizing it was futile, I decided to hoist myself up onto the counter.
Just as I was about to do so, an arm reached up, and I felt a hand rest on the small of my back. I turned to see Knox, effortlessly reaching for the maple syrup.
He closed the cabinet with his elbow, and I reached out to take the syrup from him. But he lifted it higher, out of my reach. So much for being a gentleman.
“What do you say, baby doll?” he smirked, his hand still resting on my back. Of course, he was shirtless. He looked like he had enjoyed himself last night. Pig.
“Give me the damn syrup, Knox,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“Nope, try again, baby doll,” he grinned, clearly enjoying this.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to suppress my irritation. Opening them again, I plastered on a fake smile. “Please, can I have the syrup?”
He smiled back at me and handed me the syrup. “Of course, baby doll. Was that so hard?”
As I turned around, I felt his hand smack my ass. He was used to smacking his teammates’ butts, but that didn’t mean he could do it to me! Maybe the girls he was with last night enjoyed it, but I sure as hell didn’t!
“Nice ass, by the way! Surfing is doing wonders for you... and me,” he mumbled the last part to himself as he walked back to take a seat at the island. But I heard it.
