and lets go of my arm. Collin takes his hand away, too.
What? They aren’t really— Someone swipes me up in his arms. A small whimper of terror escapes me. I don’t want this! With my arms tied behind my back, I can’t even hold on to Greyson, helplessly at his mercy. Screw him. Screw the whole gang, and screw Justin for initiating this.
Being carried blind is the weirdest sensation I’ve ever experienced. It almost makes me seasick. If it wasn’t for the duct tape, I would screech into Greyson’s ear to put me down—and hopefully split his eardrum. But in this position, I can only put my head on his shoulder and pray we’ll arrive at our destination soon.
Greyson stiffens a little when I lean my cheek against him. Gee, he can’t be thinking I’m trying to cuddle up to him, can he? What a jerk. On the other hand, his shoulder is quite cozy. Wouldn’t have thought so from his skinny form. Beneath the eau de bush he wears tonight, his skin smells manly and exotic. Almost tasty. That’s probably the result of a brief pump of cologne. Justin wore the same one last night. I still remember the scent drifting up my nose when I wrapped his hoodie tightly around me. Are they sharing stuff in the bathroom now?
Or—
Oh my freaking Jesus!
Greyson carrying me through the woods is bad enough, but there’s one thing worse than this. And that is if Justin is actually the one carrying me.
Lifting my head, I test my suspicion by brushing my nose over my abductor’s cheek. He jerks and draws in a quick breath at my touch, moving his face away from me, but it doesn’t matter. I found out all I needed to know. This cheek has a little bit of stubble instead of the pimples Greyson is sporting. Suddenly more annoyed than I thought I could ever be after being kidnapped, I rub my face against his shoulder until the blindfold slides up and frees my left eye. Angry breaths erupt through my nose. They don’t seem to bother Justin, who keeps on walking with his head forward and only his eyes moving to my face. His lips are closed, but there’s a tiny twitch to them that makes me wonder if my shock amuses him.
We reach the boys’ camp a few minutes later. There, he puts me down on my feet. The blindfold falls away when I shake my head wildly. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work with the tape over my mouth.
The guys lead me up the stairs to the cabin with a picture of a howling wolf over the door. On the porch, Justin turns me around to him, then he rips the tape off my lips.
“Jeez!” That hurt. I rub my burning mouth on my shoulder and then hiss in his face, “Why did you have to gag me if you told the girls where we’re headed anyway?”
“Because nothing entertaining ever comes out of that sweet mouth of yours,” he mocks, spinning me around to take off the rope around my wrist.
I give him the middle finger behind my back.
“See?” He chuckles. “Now that’s entertaining.”
As soon as the shackles are off, I try to get my arms free, but my jailor keeps a tight hold on my wrists. He forces me against the pole of the porch next to the steps, winds my arms around it, and reties them there with my back pressed against the wood.
“Seriously?” I snap.
He comes around, his nose almost touching mine. “Seriously.”
“What’s all the effort for?”
“To get back what’s rightfully ours.”
“And now what?”
Arms folded and a smirk on his lips, he leans against the other post, one foot placed on the wood. “Now we wait.”
Chapter 8
Justin
As we hear the footsteps of the girl squadron marching closer, the boys and Grey file onto the porch, one by one, and take up position along the banister.
“At long last,” Chloe grumbles, no audible sign of joy in her voice. I’m almost surprised the girls really came to rescue her, with all her grumpiness. I roll my eyes at Chloe’s comment then step forward to the center of the stairs.
“Good evening, ladies,” I greet our guests loudly and with
What? They aren’t really— Someone swipes me up in his arms. A small whimper of terror escapes me. I don’t want this! With my arms tied behind my back, I can’t even hold on to Greyson, helplessly at his mercy. Screw him. Screw the whole gang, and screw Justin for initiating this.
Being carried blind is the weirdest sensation I’ve ever experienced. It almost makes me seasick. If it wasn’t for the duct tape, I would screech into Greyson’s ear to put me down—and hopefully split his eardrum. But in this position, I can only put my head on his shoulder and pray we’ll arrive at our destination soon.
Greyson stiffens a little when I lean my cheek against him. Gee, he can’t be thinking I’m trying to cuddle up to him, can he? What a jerk. On the other hand, his shoulder is quite cozy. Wouldn’t have thought so from his skinny form. Beneath the eau de bush he wears tonight, his skin smells manly and exotic. Almost tasty. That’s probably the result of a brief pump of cologne. Justin wore the same one last night. I still remember the scent drifting up my nose when I wrapped his hoodie tightly around me. Are they sharing stuff in the bathroom now?
Or—
Oh my freaking Jesus!
Greyson carrying me through the woods is bad enough, but there’s one thing worse than this. And that is if Justin is actually the one carrying me.
Lifting my head, I test my suspicion by brushing my nose over my abductor’s cheek. He jerks and draws in a quick breath at my touch, moving his face away from me, but it doesn’t matter. I found out all I needed to know. This cheek has a little bit of stubble instead of the pimples Greyson is sporting. Suddenly more annoyed than I thought I could ever be after being kidnapped, I rub my face against his shoulder until the blindfold slides up and frees my left eye. Angry breaths erupt through my nose. They don’t seem to bother Justin, who keeps on walking with his head forward and only his eyes moving to my face. His lips are closed, but there’s a tiny twitch to them that makes me wonder if my shock amuses him.
We reach the boys’ camp a few minutes later. There, he puts me down on my feet. The blindfold falls away when I shake my head wildly. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work with the tape over my mouth.
The guys lead me up the stairs to the cabin with a picture of a howling wolf over the door. On the porch, Justin turns me around to him, then he rips the tape off my lips.
“Jeez!” That hurt. I rub my burning mouth on my shoulder and then hiss in his face, “Why did you have to gag me if you told the girls where we’re headed anyway?”
“Because nothing entertaining ever comes out of that sweet mouth of yours,” he mocks, spinning me around to take off the rope around my wrist.
I give him the middle finger behind my back.
“See?” He chuckles. “Now that’s entertaining.”
As soon as the shackles are off, I try to get my arms free, but my jailor keeps a tight hold on my wrists. He forces me against the pole of the porch next to the steps, winds my arms around it, and reties them there with my back pressed against the wood.
“Seriously?” I snap.
He comes around, his nose almost touching mine. “Seriously.”
“What’s all the effort for?”
“To get back what’s rightfully ours.”
“And now what?”
Arms folded and a smirk on his lips, he leans against the other post, one foot placed on the wood. “Now we wait.”
Chapter 8
Justin
As we hear the footsteps of the girl squadron marching closer, the boys and Grey file onto the porch, one by one, and take up position along the banister.
“At long last,” Chloe grumbles, no audible sign of joy in her voice. I’m almost surprised the girls really came to rescue her, with all her grumpiness. I roll my eyes at Chloe’s comment then step forward to the center of the stairs.
“Good evening, ladies,” I greet our guests loudly and with
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