House of Korba: The Ghost Bird Series: #7 (The Academy) by C. L. Stone Page A
Authors: C. L. Stone
Tags: Espionage, love triangle, Young Adult, spies, menage, young adult contemporary romance, multiple hero romance, reverse harem romance
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S ilas found a large cotton baseball jersey for me to sleep in. I changed in the bathroom up the hallway, taking my time to brush my teeth and wash my face. Sleeping in Silas’s room had my insides rattling again. This was no longer a tease on the couch. This was something more. Intimate. This was something Charlie grinned about and might cause North to watch, wanting to hit the emergency button.
As it was, I was wearing just the shirt he gave me, and a pair of dark blue satin panties. The only comfortable shorts I had to sleep in were still wet. The jersey covered me enough that it would have covered shorts anyway. It looked like I wasn’t wearing any, but looking like I wasn’t wearing shorts and actually not wearing them were two very different things.
I peeked out of the bathroom, wanting to avoid colliding with Charlie or Silas’s brother. I tiptoed barefoot to Silas’s room, slipping inside and quickly shutting the door behind me.
Silas was still dressed. The room was cleaned up a little, our phones sitting on the nightstand together. He was fixing the bed, straightening the blanket on top. He turned when I dropped the book bag by the door. His eyes slipped over me in the shirt. He paused in his movements and his lips parted.
My cheeks heated up, and I pressed my thighs together where I stood.
He straightened, pointing to the bed. “Hop in.”
My heart was thumping so hard, I could have fallen over. I shuffled across the floor until I was near the bed. I double-checked with him, and he jerked his head toward the pillows: a second one had been added. I climbed on, knee walking over until I was on one side. I took the side furthest from the door, holding the blanket away and slipping in underneath.
As I got in, the shirt I was wearing slid up my hips. I threw the blanket over myself at the same time for some cover, bringing it up over my shoulder and settling in. When I put my head down, I forgot I was wearing the hair clip, so I sat up and took it out. I shook my head to let my hair fall over my shoulders, leaning over to put the clip on the nightstand.
Silas watched me the entire time like he was waiting for me to settle. I did, eventually, put my head to the pillow and waited. He moved to his bedroom door, throwing the lock and hitting the light switch by the door, casting us into the dark.
There was a glow from a streetlight outside shining into the room, acting like a dull night light and letting me adjust my sight quickly. Silas approached the bed, yanked his shirt up over his body and tossed it to the floor.
And then he turned slightly away from me and slowly stripped off his jeans.
My heart tripped over itself. It was dark, so I mostly got outlines, but I was wondering why he turned away like he did.
Silas in his boxers. I shouldn’t have been too intimidated. I’d seen Nathan and slept in the bed next to him while he wore only boxers. Silas did the same, but the other boys had been around. Right now, though, this was his bedroom, and we were alone.
“Do you want any music?” he asked, still standing by the bed. The light from his window outlined his strong chest and shoulders.
“Sure,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I could sleep listening for sounds of his family or thinking his family could be listening to us, even if we were only sleeping.
He moved away, toward his desk, and while I couldn’t see what he was doing, there was a click click , and the volume of a Breaking Benjamin song was turned up. I think I had the same song in a collection of CDs somewhere when I used to download music, one of the only things I was permitted to do at my house when my parents were still around. With that, Silas pulled the blanket back, sliding into the bed next to me.
The pillow under my head smelled fresh and clean, but the bed smelled exactly like Silas. I breathed it in, clutching the pillow and pulling the blanket up over my shoulder to cover myself.
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S ilas found a large cotton baseball jersey for me to sleep in. I changed in the bathroom up the hallway, taking my time to brush my teeth and wash my face. Sleeping in Silas’s room had my insides rattling again. This was no longer a tease on the couch. This was something more. Intimate. This was something Charlie grinned about and might cause North to watch, wanting to hit the emergency button.
As it was, I was wearing just the shirt he gave me, and a pair of dark blue satin panties. The only comfortable shorts I had to sleep in were still wet. The jersey covered me enough that it would have covered shorts anyway. It looked like I wasn’t wearing any, but looking like I wasn’t wearing shorts and actually not wearing them were two very different things.
I peeked out of the bathroom, wanting to avoid colliding with Charlie or Silas’s brother. I tiptoed barefoot to Silas’s room, slipping inside and quickly shutting the door behind me.
Silas was still dressed. The room was cleaned up a little, our phones sitting on the nightstand together. He was fixing the bed, straightening the blanket on top. He turned when I dropped the book bag by the door. His eyes slipped over me in the shirt. He paused in his movements and his lips parted.
My cheeks heated up, and I pressed my thighs together where I stood.
He straightened, pointing to the bed. “Hop in.”
My heart was thumping so hard, I could have fallen over. I shuffled across the floor until I was near the bed. I double-checked with him, and he jerked his head toward the pillows: a second one had been added. I climbed on, knee walking over until I was on one side. I took the side furthest from the door, holding the blanket away and slipping in underneath.
As I got in, the shirt I was wearing slid up my hips. I threw the blanket over myself at the same time for some cover, bringing it up over my shoulder and settling in. When I put my head down, I forgot I was wearing the hair clip, so I sat up and took it out. I shook my head to let my hair fall over my shoulders, leaning over to put the clip on the nightstand.
Silas watched me the entire time like he was waiting for me to settle. I did, eventually, put my head to the pillow and waited. He moved to his bedroom door, throwing the lock and hitting the light switch by the door, casting us into the dark.
There was a glow from a streetlight outside shining into the room, acting like a dull night light and letting me adjust my sight quickly. Silas approached the bed, yanked his shirt up over his body and tossed it to the floor.
And then he turned slightly away from me and slowly stripped off his jeans.
My heart tripped over itself. It was dark, so I mostly got outlines, but I was wondering why he turned away like he did.
Silas in his boxers. I shouldn’t have been too intimidated. I’d seen Nathan and slept in the bed next to him while he wore only boxers. Silas did the same, but the other boys had been around. Right now, though, this was his bedroom, and we were alone.
“Do you want any music?” he asked, still standing by the bed. The light from his window outlined his strong chest and shoulders.
“Sure,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I could sleep listening for sounds of his family or thinking his family could be listening to us, even if we were only sleeping.
He moved away, toward his desk, and while I couldn’t see what he was doing, there was a click click , and the volume of a Breaking Benjamin song was turned up. I think I had the same song in a collection of CDs somewhere when I used to download music, one of the only things I was permitted to do at my house when my parents were still around. With that, Silas pulled the blanket back, sliding into the bed next to me.
The pillow under my head smelled fresh and clean, but the bed smelled exactly like Silas. I breathed it in, clutching the pillow and pulling the blanket up over my shoulder to cover myself.
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