darkness of the room but it doesn’t come. The hallway is lit up from the moon shining through the windows, but with the curtains in the room closed, I can hardly make out a thing. Max must know where he’s going because I notice his large form bending over the bed before I hear the lid from the pen pop off, echoing in the silent room.
One of them stirs and Max crouches down low, hiding from view. When the body turns away from us I notice Max relax before kneeling back up and carrying on. My eyes adjust a bit to notice the body that turned away from us is larger than the other one. I gasp when I realise it’s Kayla he’s drawing on. I’m sure she said she had early lessons tomorrow and a job interview for a local supermarket.
Ten minutes later Max is walking out of the room wearing a silly grin on his face.
“Did you draw on Kayla?’’ I whisper yell, ready to walk back down the stairs. Max’s hand reaches out stopping me.
“Yes, and where are you going?’’ he whispers back.
“Um, home?’’ I tell him, wondering where he thinks I’ll be going at this time of the morning. Then I realise I’ve left my keys in my room. “Shit, I don’t have a key. You don’t suppose Malik and Harlow would be up do ya?’’
“Nah, it’s half three in the morning. I’m surprised I woke up when I did. We fell asleep again on the sofa.’’
“Seems we keep doing that,’’ I add on a grumble. Max grins and I hate it when he gives me that grin. He’s hot and he knows it. Usually this type of lad would have me turning the other way, but something about Max’s confidence and arrogance is appealing. I think it’s because I see something hidden behind those eyes of his. Behind all that fun, outgoing exterior there’s a broken boy somewhere; he’s just afraid to show it.
“Come on, we can sleep in my room,’’ he declares, and my steps falter.
“I don’t think so,’’ I hiss.
“Oh come on, it’s not like we haven’t slept together before. Plus, I promise if you touch me inappropriately I’ll let you,’’ he smirks, eyeing me up and down. The look sends chills up and down my spine and I have to fight back the shudder my body desperately wants to deliver under his penetrating gaze.
I don’t know what I was expecting when he opened the door to his room, but walking in, this wasn’t it. It was spotless.
“Holy shit, you clean your shit?’’ I ask, completely shocked.
He looks at me sheepishly, his cheeks turning a tinge of pink and I narrow my eyes.
“Technically, Joan keeps my shit cleaned. I’m a busy man,’’ he cringes and I burst into laughter.
“Don’t worry about it. My mom cleaned my brother’s room for him but never mine. I think it’s a boy thing,’’ I laugh, but then stop short when I realise what came out of my mouth. I’ve not spoken to anyone about my brother, Cowen. My vision begins to blur as memories start to surface. My body starts shivering from the cold rain, however, when the feel of two warm hands land on my shoulders, it brings me back to the present, my mind is back in the room with Max.
“Sorry,’’ I croak out, images of my brother filtering through my mind.
“It’s okay. So, a brother, huh? You the youngest or the eldest?’’
It’s then that it occurs to me that Max and I have one more thing in common. A small smile gifts my lips but it’s soon gone when I think of everything my brother and I shared.
“Younger,’’ I tell him, avoiding his eyes, not really wanting to talk about Cowen or my life back home. It only hurts me more.
“What about you? Who’s the eldest between you and Myles?’’
“Me,’’ he boasts, pushing his chest out. I giggle and sit on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t talk about your family,’’ he states, and I look up at him shrugging my shoulders. His shoulders sag a little, yet, it’s enough for me to notice. I watch him sit down next to me on the bed and hear him take in a deep breath before speaking.
One of them stirs and Max crouches down low, hiding from view. When the body turns away from us I notice Max relax before kneeling back up and carrying on. My eyes adjust a bit to notice the body that turned away from us is larger than the other one. I gasp when I realise it’s Kayla he’s drawing on. I’m sure she said she had early lessons tomorrow and a job interview for a local supermarket.
Ten minutes later Max is walking out of the room wearing a silly grin on his face.
“Did you draw on Kayla?’’ I whisper yell, ready to walk back down the stairs. Max’s hand reaches out stopping me.
“Yes, and where are you going?’’ he whispers back.
“Um, home?’’ I tell him, wondering where he thinks I’ll be going at this time of the morning. Then I realise I’ve left my keys in my room. “Shit, I don’t have a key. You don’t suppose Malik and Harlow would be up do ya?’’
“Nah, it’s half three in the morning. I’m surprised I woke up when I did. We fell asleep again on the sofa.’’
“Seems we keep doing that,’’ I add on a grumble. Max grins and I hate it when he gives me that grin. He’s hot and he knows it. Usually this type of lad would have me turning the other way, but something about Max’s confidence and arrogance is appealing. I think it’s because I see something hidden behind those eyes of his. Behind all that fun, outgoing exterior there’s a broken boy somewhere; he’s just afraid to show it.
“Come on, we can sleep in my room,’’ he declares, and my steps falter.
“I don’t think so,’’ I hiss.
“Oh come on, it’s not like we haven’t slept together before. Plus, I promise if you touch me inappropriately I’ll let you,’’ he smirks, eyeing me up and down. The look sends chills up and down my spine and I have to fight back the shudder my body desperately wants to deliver under his penetrating gaze.
I don’t know what I was expecting when he opened the door to his room, but walking in, this wasn’t it. It was spotless.
“Holy shit, you clean your shit?’’ I ask, completely shocked.
He looks at me sheepishly, his cheeks turning a tinge of pink and I narrow my eyes.
“Technically, Joan keeps my shit cleaned. I’m a busy man,’’ he cringes and I burst into laughter.
“Don’t worry about it. My mom cleaned my brother’s room for him but never mine. I think it’s a boy thing,’’ I laugh, but then stop short when I realise what came out of my mouth. I’ve not spoken to anyone about my brother, Cowen. My vision begins to blur as memories start to surface. My body starts shivering from the cold rain, however, when the feel of two warm hands land on my shoulders, it brings me back to the present, my mind is back in the room with Max.
“Sorry,’’ I croak out, images of my brother filtering through my mind.
“It’s okay. So, a brother, huh? You the youngest or the eldest?’’
It’s then that it occurs to me that Max and I have one more thing in common. A small smile gifts my lips but it’s soon gone when I think of everything my brother and I shared.
“Younger,’’ I tell him, avoiding his eyes, not really wanting to talk about Cowen or my life back home. It only hurts me more.
“What about you? Who’s the eldest between you and Myles?’’
“Me,’’ he boasts, pushing his chest out. I giggle and sit on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t talk about your family,’’ he states, and I look up at him shrugging my shoulders. His shoulders sag a little, yet, it’s enough for me to notice. I watch him sit down next to me on the bed and hear him take in a deep breath before speaking.
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