Wait. What?
Aiden wrenches his lips from mine with an animal-like growl. “Fuck off.”
“Emergency!” Ronan’s voice comes from the other side.
“You better be fucking dying or I’ll kill you myself.” Aiden grunts and pushes off me.
“Come out, fucker.”
Aiden’s eyes darken as he pulls on his boxer briefs.
I reach for the tangled sheet and wrap it around my torso. I’m panting, skin sweaty and on fire as I blindly search for my scattered clothes on the floor.
Aiden cuts me a glare when I touch my bra. “Don’t even think about dressing.”
I let go of the piece of clothing as if I’m a kid who’s been caught stealing from the jar.
The moment the door closes behind him, I almost curse myself. Who does he think he is to boss me around?
Besides, this is my chance to stop this.
Whatever this is.
My fingers are numb. No, not numb. They’re too simulated that they feel numb.
Standing on wobbly feet, I quickly put on my clothes, trying to ignore the potent smell of sex in the air.
And his smell.
Damn his smell.
I feel like I’d be a ninety-year-old lady and will still remember the way he smells.
Aiden returns when I’m pulling my hair into a ponytail.
He narrows his eyes on my clothed body. “You’re lucky we’re done for today.”
We… are?
“Is your cousin taking you?” I ask, fighting the sense of disappointment hitting me out of nowhere.
“My cousin?”
“Levi King. I saw him earlier.”
“You saw him earlier,” he repeats with clear menace.
“Yeah. He said he’s here to get you.”
“Lev says lots of shit.” He raises an eyebrow. “Do you honestly think he can tell me what to do?”
No. It was stupid to even consider it.
Also, he calls him Lev. That’s the only time I hear him give someone a nickname. Hell, it’s rare to even hear him call anyone by their given names. Even his friends are last names to him.
“If it’s not Levi, then what is it?”
He narrows his eyes before he schools his expression. “Kimberly passed out.”