muscle in Zayd's cheek ticks, and I find it suddenly hard to breathe. We can both feel the tension. Hell, we've felt it since day one. The first moment we laid eyes on each other, I knew I had chemistry with the asshole rockstar boy.
Zayd groans and rolls off of me, but the damage is done. My heart is pounding, and there's a bead of sweat running between my breasts.
"There's a pull-out bed in the couch," Zack says from the other room, and I can hear hinges squeaking as he unfolds it. Sitting up, I pad out to the seating area and watch him start to make the bed. "I'll sleep here. It's better than having to share a bed with his majesty."
"I haven't pissed the bed in years," Windsor declares, throwing open the curtains and looking down at the creek that runs behind the property. He glances back at Zack with a huge grin. "Although last time we slept in a bed together, I woke up with your hard-on stabbing me in the leg."
"Bullshit," Zack snorts, as Creed narrows his blue eyes.
"When did you two ever sleep in the same bed?" he asks, flopping into one of the chairs and kicking his brown Barker Black boots up on the coffee table. Windsor turns around slowly, a cruel smile etching its way across his mouth. Sometimes I feel like being in a room with these guys is like standing in a pit of snakes. There's so much damn venom, and I'm always waiting for one to strike.
"When we slept with Marnye on the last day of second year," Windsor says, as if that's the most natural thing in the world.
"You mean when you slept next to Marnye," Tristan spits out, his voice like ice. He sounds pissed, and I can't help but glance over at him. "Nobody believes either of you had sex with her, so don't even with the innuendo."
"And if I had, would that infuriate you?" Windsor challenges, tucking his hands into the pockets of his white slacks. He's got a white button-down on with short sleeves and a subtle pinstripe, and those glossy black boots he always wears, like he's about to go riding.
"You haven't," Tristan says, his voice a sharp slash in the suddenly tense air of the sitting room. Creed's blue eyes take it all in with a hint of eagerness, like he'd truly enjoy watching the two of them beat the crap out of each other.
"Who Marnye does or doesn't sleep with isn't any of your business," Zack growls, interrupting the other two boys. "So leave it alone, and screw off." Tristan sneers, and I can just see the evening going straight down the toilet.
I step into the middle of the room.
"That's enough." My voice comes out hard and sharp, and they all turn to look at me. My heart is pounding so fast right now that I'm just praying I don't pass out. "You guys can't keep fighting; it's not fair." I exhale, and run my fingers through my hair. I look around, and for once, they're all quiet. Pretty shocking if you know anything at all about any of these guys. They're basically all alpha males. Tough crowd. "It's confusing to me."
"I'm sorry," Zack says, and if he didn't sound so genuine, I'd just think he was kowtowing to me. "You're right." He sits down on the edge of the couch bed with a small sigh. "You don't deserve to deal with this shit after all the crap we put you through."
"I … know you're interested in dating," I tell him, feeling my cheeks heat. I turn my gaze over to Creed. "And you." Breathe, Marnye, breathe. "But what about you, Zayd?"
He's standing just outside the door to the bedroom, looking at me with bright emerald eyes. His hands are tucked in his pockets, and he closes his eyes on the end of an exhale.
"I fucked up so bad with you Marnye," he whispers, his voice so husky and raw that if he were to stop and record a song right now, the emotion would be so real it'd probably make people cry. "I was interested from day one. I told you that."
"Are you interested now?" I whisper, struggling to make the words come out. There's so much tension, it's making my skin feel achy and tight.
Zayd looks me dead in the eye.
"I'm interested. Seriously fucking interested."
Creed makes a frustrated sound, and Zack scowls.
I turn to Tristan then. He's standing in the