Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,37

stripped out of my wet clothes and pulled on the pair of sweatpants and t-shirt Morgan had left for me. This whole night had been one giant mistake, but for some reason, when I was around the three of them, I threw caution to the wind.

Maybe it was my survival instincts kicking in, or I was just a glutton for punishment.

I towel-dried my hair and left my pile of wet clothes on the counter. It was time to face the music. The cops might even be waiting for me right outside to take me away in cuffs.

I opened the door and Morgan pushed away from the wall he was leaning against. "Blake went to change."

I stood in the doorway, not sure what to do. He stared at me without much of an expression on his face.

He pushed past me and grabbed the towel and stack of clothes. "I'll get these in the dryer. Why don't you sit?"

I followed him and stopped in the middle of their large living room. Now that I wasn't rushing around playing Harriet the Spy, the opulence of the room left me breathless.

The ceilings were about twenty feet high with a large glistening chandelier hanging from the center. The crystals were in just about every shade of blue, and it looked like ocean waves as the light filtered through them.

In the center of the room was a large white sectional that was covered in fluffy blue throw pillows. It was unexpected to see such a white sofa with a bunch of teenage boys. It probably had some protective finish on it to keep it looking clean.

I sat down at the end of the couch and brought my feet up. I was still chilled and took a blue throw off the back of the couch, wrapping it around me. The room was comfortable but wasn't my taste. It was too cold and reminded me of the ocean a little too much.

Blake came down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, his bare muscular chest on full display over the center island. He opened a cupboard, pulled out a mug, and put water into it. He put it in the microwave and watched me in the reflection of the door until the timer beeped.

"Do you want hot chocolate or tea?" He pulled the mug out and brought it to the island.

"Tea, please." I hugged a pillow to my chest and couldn't help but smell it. It smelled like the ocean. "Your house is nice. Where are your parents?"

He walked around the island and handed me the mug before sitting down near my feet. "Just us three live here."

"Alone?" I sipped the hot liquid and my insides heated. "That's a little odd."

I watched him over the rim of the mug. His brown skin was almost glowing with a bronze undertone and his dark nipples were hard. I thought about how he would react if I leaned forward and nipped one.

"You live alone right now, don't you?" I don't know if he unconsciously did it, but he put a hand on my feet and squeezed them.

"I'm not sure." I looked into my tea. Everything was so fucked and I didn't know what I was going to do.

There had to be a good explanation for where my mom was. I needed to search through her things again to see if I could find answers. Especially now that the Tritons were talking about a siren knife, and I knew for certain my mom had dated Jax's father.

"Maybe she ran off with your dad."

The thought had crossed my mind a time or two, but from all I knew, she despised the man. It wouldn't make sense for her to run off with a man she hated when she had a daughter she loved. "I don't think so. He left when I was a baby and anytime I ask about him, she shuts down."

Blake leaned forward and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. "Don't be shocked if Jax throws you to the curb when he gets back down here."

"He's not going to do anything." Morgan was back and stopped in front of me, frowning down at Blake. "What do you think you're doing?"

Blake waved the remote control in the air. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Morgan leaned forward and took it from him. "Scoot over. If you get to sit next to her, so do I."

"I'm confused," I muttered as Blake and I moved over. One minute they were making my life