I laid back down and covered my face in my hands again.
“The twins should be back with something to eat for you soon, then you can go to sleep.”
He was getting annoying. “Stop bossing me around,” I mumbled through my hands. “And go home.”
He laughed at me. He seriously laughed at me. What he didn’t do was get up and leave. He was definitely weird. Why were they all making themselves at home in Mr. Cole’s house?
“I’m not going to leave you here alone like this.”
“I wouldn’t be alone,” I pointed out.
“Your mother doesn’t count,” his voice was back to harsh. “Seeing as she’s a psycho and all.”
I cringed into myself. I didn’t like him knowing that about her. Would he think me a psycho too? There was rustling and then the other side of the bed dipped under his weight. My eyes flew open as I dropped my hands from my face.
He sat there with his back against the headboard with his legs crossed at the ankles as he dug through my bookbag.
I looked at him with wide eyes. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t come in here, boss me around, then start looking through my things.”
“Calm down,” he grinned at me. “I’m not snooping through your shit, I’m not like that. I’m getting out that paper you’re supposed to write about me. I’m going to write it for you while you lay there looking pretty.”
My face heated up as I blushed. He thought I was pretty? Did I want him to think me pretty? I closed my eyes as I realized yes, I very much wanted him to think me pretty.
“You’re going to write a paper about yourself?” I asked him.
“Yeah. Do you have any more homework you’d like for me to do for you while I’m at it?”
I laughed as I shook my head. “No, that’s all the homework I have for the day.”
Heavy footfalls came down the hallway, two sets.
“The twins are back,” Tyson informed me. Like I didn’t already know this? I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t deaf.
“We made her BLT’s.”
“You made BLT’s, twin. I entertained the drunk lady.”
“Too true. Thank God her cell rang, I thought we were never going to escape her.”
“She asked me my age then proceeded to tell me I needed to find myself an older, more experienced woman to teach me the ways of the world.”
Good God, the woman had no damn shame.
“Set the plate down and then go home,” Tyson barked at them. “She’s tired and needs rest and peace and quiet. None of which she’ll get with the two of you here bitching at each other.”
“You’re coming too?”
“Later,” Tyson muttered distractedly. “I’m going to write this paper first.”
“Fine.”
A gentle fingertip ran over the top of my right shoulder along the strap of my tank top, causing my eyes to snap open. Addison frowned down at where his fingertip met my skin. “What-” he started to ask.
“For another day,” I whispered as I cut him off. His mouth snapped shut and his blue eyes bore into me, probing for answers to his questions. My skin started to heat up from where he touched me. Why did it feel like my skin was going to burst into flames whenever the twins touched me? And why did I like it so much? “There’s only so much a girl can take in one day.”
Addison nodded in understanding as he pulled away from me.
“Tomorrow, pretty girl,” Abel said over his shoulder as the brothers walked out of my bedroom. The door closed softly behind them. Tomorrow? Did he mean he’d see me tomorrow or that I’d answer their questions tomorrow?