Agony(Entangled Hearts Duet #1) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,17
refuse to open them and face the day. Not after last night. I’m humiliated, and I need a few more minutes to get myself in the right frame of mind to deal with all of this.
I came in to use the restroom.
I was tired so I went to bed.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. I need to watch myself around Coop and make sure that what I do for him, I do for the other guys. That should be reason enough for them to quell their suspicions, right?
I hope so.
I hear Cooper moving around the room, so I know that I need to accept defeat and get moving. Slowly, my eyes flutter open. I blink to bring them into focus and almost gasp at what I see. Cooper is standing in front of his dresser, a towel hanging low on his hips facing me. He’s drying his hair with another. His eyes are closed as he runs the towel over his head. Lucky for me, he’s not in my direct line of sight. I squint but don’t pull my eyes away as he drops the towel he was using on his hair and unties the towel around his waist, letting it drop to the floor.
I slam my eyes closed, but it’s too late. I can never un-see what I just saw. Not that I would want to. No, never will I forget getting a full-frontal naked look at my best friend. The same guy I’m secretly in love with. He’s… big. Much larger than any others I’ve been in contact with. Not that there have been a lot. In fact, there has only been one. Just Joey. And that experience lacked any kind of luster for a repeat performance. Granted, it was the first time for both of us, but even so, I’ve decided not to take part in such activities again. There’s been no one, and I promised myself after the Joey incident—that’s what I’m calling it—that I would never offer my body to someone again just for the sake of getting it over with.
I feel the bed dip and his hand as he rubs my back. “Hey, sleepyhead.”
I count to ten slowly in my head before doing a slow blink with my eyes, which I’m sure looks fake as hell. “What time is it?” I ask, rubbing my eyes. Doesn’t matter. I still see his impressive cock before he slides his boxer briefs up over his hips.
“Just after nine. We have practice. I didn’t want to leave without telling you. We’ll be back in a few hours. You girls stay. We’ll grab something to eat when we all get back.”
“I have laundry to do and need to start packing.”
“I’ll help you pack. Stay.” His voice is soft, not really pleading, but I can tell by his tone of voice that he really wants me to be here when he gets back. I’ve never denied Cooper anything, so why start now? “Fine, but you’re buying lunch or dinner or whatever we’re calling it. And we have to start packing after.”
“Deal.” He leans in and kisses my temple. “Go back to sleep, Reese’s Pieces.” He stands and walks out the door, shutting it softly behind him.
I can hear the guys as they clamber up and down the hall, and their heavy footfalls as they march down the stairs. The front door slams, and then silence surrounds me. I close my eyes and will myself to go back to sleep. However, that plan is short-lived when Cooper’s bedroom door flies open, and Tessa is standing there, hands on her hips, still wearing one of Nixon’s T-shirts that I assume she either slept in or slipped on for this little intervention we’re about to have. I don’t need her words. I can tell by the look on her face she has questions, and she’s going to expect answers.
She doesn’t wait for an invitation. She saunters into the room, and slides into the bed, slipping under the covers, then turns on her side. I feel her stare, and I know I’m not getting out of this, so I turn to face her as well.
“Morning.”
“Morning. You ready to spill?” She jumps straight in to the good stuff.
“It’s too early for an interrogation, Tessa.”
Her eyes soften. “It’s not so much an interrogation as me being worried about you.”
“I’m fine. I had to use the bathroom, and then I was exhausted. I decided to just go to bed.” I’ve delivered my story perfectly.