Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
But my head is working overtime, and I can’t calm down. Minutes pass, and then an hour passes, and I wish I knew what happened after I left Hunter and Kade. Did they start fighting again? Did they go home to their parents?
All I know is that I was right. I was coming between them.
I was the problem.
I know I wasn’t doing anything wrong, but it’s hard not to feel like I should’ve been more invisible. Should’ve disappeared more. Should’ve taken up less space.
Like I feel people want me to do at school, on the track, and…even at home sometimes.
Hunter and Kade need each other, because love may or not last, but blood does, and they’ll always be connected. I want Hunter to have him back.
I turn on my side, hugging the pillow under my head as tears fall and more time passes. “He said he loved me…” I whisper to myself.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to go home without him. I should’ve kissed him more the last time we were here, in bed. I should’ve let him stay and smiled at him and snuck downstairs for snacks with him in the middle of the night. I should’ve loved him more and slower and harder.
The party continues, another hour goes by, music beats, tires peel, and Weston howls their victory. I smile.
I’m glad I came.
And I’m glad I’ll leave something here when I go—just as Farrow said I would.
Maybe someday Hunter and I will come together again. When the bad blood with Kade is gone and everything’s okay.
I just hope he’s the same.
“Dylan…” I hear my name in a low hum somewhere in the house.
I freeze as the door slams downstairs and footfalls hit the steps.
I rise up, staring at the light under the door.
“Dylan…” a deep voice drones on.
I look up to my ceiling, thinking about the weird dude in the attic from those notes.
But the sounds aren’t coming from there.
I shoot my gaze to the door again, seeing a shadow fall over the light.
“Shhh,” someone hisses outside.
“You shhh,” the other one says.
I clench the blanket, looking around for a pencil or something to stab with. Who the hell is in my house?
Then, all of a sudden, my door swings open, and I scream.
“Shhh, Dylan.” Kade swats the air, his brother and him hanging onto each other. “Shhh…shhh… You’re going to wake me up!” he whisper-yells.
They stumble into the room, Hunter bare chested and dressed in jeans, and Kade in the same jeans and T-shirt he wore earlier. I smell the beer from here.
They lumber across the room, both of them toppling onto my bed.
I growl, kicking at both of them. They’re wasted.
“What are you guys doing?” I yell.
They crawl up by me, one on each side. “We’re just gonna sleep,” Hunter says.
“Not in here,” I cry.
Kade lays in the spot where I was trying to rest, Hunter pulling me on top of him to save room.
Kade lays an arm over my back. “Dylan, we love you so much.”
I shove his hand away. “You’re all wet.” I try to push off Hunter. “Both of you are soaking wet!”
The water from Hunter’s jeans drips to my legs.
“They brought out the hoses downstairs,” Hunter mumbles, already drifting.
I pry myself out of his hold, and push myself up. “Go sleep downstairs,” I yell at both of them.
Kade pulls off his shirt.
I look between the two of them. “I’m going to push you both on the floor.”
Kade drops his shirt, lying back down. “He used to sneak in and sleep over with you, and I never did that, and I feel you didn’t have the full experience.”
“I don’t think I need it,” I reply flatly.
But Kade yawns. “Everyone should get to sleep with me once.”
He pulls me back down between them, but Hunter grabs me away and pulls me on top of him again. “Dude, that’s mine.”
“Dylan, we just love you so much,” Kade says again.
Hunter throws his brother’s hand off his face. “Man, that’s me.”
They both lie under me, and I flip over, staring at the ceiling, two men and me in my dinky twin bed. “I don’t believe this.”
I won’t get any sleep.
But then Kade shifts to my left, and he holds up something over his head. “Is this what I think it is?”
I look over, seeing my vibrator in the moonlight. “Oh my God!”
I grab it and throw it across the room, seeing it land just by my open bedroom door as Kade chuckles.
“Someone’s not doing their job right,” he teases.
I turn back over, burying my face in Hunter’s chest.
His hand touches my hair, and I look up, seeing him looking down at me. “Yes, he does,” I whisper.
He quirks a little smile, and so do I.
We don’t sleep well.
At first.
The bed is too small, so we find that we can all fit if we sleep on our sides, but then Hunter found that he didn’t want to spoon me with his brother, but they also didn’t want to spoon each other, so Kade stayed sleeping on his side while I just fell asleep on top of Hunter.