I lifted my head. The pen dropped from my mouth, and my heart gave a lurch behind my ribs.
Wreck stood beside the table with his arms crossed over his chest. His glare sent shivers down my back.
“A-Ah, hi,” I offered before I thought about hiding under the table to get away from his stare. Instead, I braved it to add, “Zion should be home soon.” I shrugged.
“I know.”
Okay.
Was it suddenly hot in the room? Perspiration beaded between my shoulder blades, and at any moment, my tee and sweatpants would become embarrassingly damp. If Wreck wasn’t there, I would be fanning myself, but his intense gaze drilled into me.
I wish something else would drill— Do not go there, Lucas.
“You’re not listenin’ again,” Wreck growled sharply, causing me to jump.
“Sorry?”
His jaw clenched, like he ground his teeth together. “This area isn’t the fuckin’ safest. You had the front door unlocked, were listening to goddamn music, while your head was buried into a book oblivious to the world around you.” He leaned down and planted his hands on the table. “I could have killed you at least twenty times before you even noticed I was in the damn house.”
I scoffed. When his eyes darkened more, I quickly pretended it was a cough and then said, “I knew someone was in the house. I called out.”
“You didn’t even look up.” He straightened and threw out a hand toward the front door right when Zion opened it and stepped in.
He paused and looked from Wreck to me and back to his friend. “What’s goin’ on?”
“Your brother is an idiot,” Wreck stated.
“Am not,” I yelled, and regretted it since it sounded childish.
Zion snorted. “What did he do?” He moved into the living room, then passed us and went directly to the kitchen to get two beers out of the fridge.
“He had the door unlocked while having his head in a book and music playin’. He didn’t even look at me when I entered. Didn’t even listen when I said I was goin’ to kill him.”
Had he said that?
Well, dang.
Zion passed the other beer to Wreck and rolled his eyes. “He’s always like that when he’s studyin’. I’m sure the house could burn down around him, and he wouldn’t even notice.”
Wreck’s brows dipped lower, and he was back to glaring at me.
“Whatever,” I said bravely. I wouldn’t let Wreck’s fierce look intimidate me, not when I found his concern over my well-being sweet. I picked my pen back up and looked down at the textbook again. Zion grabbed Wreck’s attention when he started talking about his motorcycle, and I went back to reading.
At least I tried to, but I was sure my body was on fire since I could feel Wreck’s gaze burning into me every now and then.
It had been a couple of weeks since I saw him last, which was when we’d first met. Two weeks went by, and I hadn’t even thought of him. Okay, a total lie, but I kept it to a minimum of two thoughts a day. Now he was in the house again, and all I wanted to do was listen to his gruff voice and stare at him so he could star in another fantasy.
I’d lost count of the times I’d masturbated while thinking of Wreck, of how he had me pinned to the wall instead of Kylo. But the difference was, I’d been wrapped around Wreck in a lover’s embrace.
A laugh escaped me. If he knew what he did to me, he would freak out. Why, oh why, did I have to find him the most attractive out of Zion’s friends?
Kylo had kept in contact, and we were becoming closer. Why couldn’t I be attracted to him? Heck, even Gregory, a guy in one of my classes, had approached me just yesterday and asked if I wanted to get coffee. He was nice, sweet, and cute, yet I said no instinctively. I’d said no because my stupid head wouldn’t stop thinking of the muscular Wreck.
I didn’t even know his real name for crying out loud.
I guessed no one listened to me from the heavens when I’d prayed that I didn’t want to see the man again so I could get over my attraction.
My phone chimed with a text, and I smiled. It was Kylo. I opened it; he was asking me if I wanted company. I nibbled on my bottom lip as I thought about it. He’d popped by a couple of days ago, and we’d listened to