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Before I take off, I glance over the balcony down into the living room, and there’s no sign of my mom or Jasper. Just as the thought creeps into my mind, music begins blaring from the room at the end of the hallway. By the sound of the bass reverberating through the floor, I’m going to make a wild guess it’s coming from Brix’s room.
The door is open, just barely, and against my better judgment, I take the two steps toward the door, wondering what he’s doing.
Bracing my hand against the edge of the door frame, I hold my breath while peering through the crack.
“Can I help you?” The sound of his voice coming from behind me sends my back collapsing against the wall, holding a hand over my chest.
“What the hell, Brix? You scared the shit out of me.”
“My bad. It’s my fault I snuck up behind you like I did,” he deadpans, not sounding the least bit apologetic.
I roll my eyes, knowing he’s caught me.
Unlike earlier when he woke up, he’s now dressed in a pair of distressed jeans and a cut-off muscle shirt with a “rock on” fist printed on the front. His hair looks wild like he ran his hand through the strands at least a dozen times.
“So, this is what it’s like having a nosey sister. Does this mean I get to sneak into your room when you’re not home and go through your shit?”
“You wouldn’t.” My jaw flexes.
If I find out he’s messed with my stuff, he’s going to have a lot more to deal with than me peeking through his door.
He takes a step toward me, crowding my space. My chest heaves with every strangled breath I take. His eyes roam over my face, dropping to my chest as he leans in. With my head pressed firmly against the wall, I have nowhere to go. He has me trapped, right where he wants me.
“What? Would you prefer I snuck into your room when you were home?”
My tongue darts out, licking my dry lips, trying to form a response. I watch in rapt attention when his eyes fall to my lips, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring.
“What would you prefer, Ivy? Are you thinking about me sneaking into your room, crawling into your bed next to you when you’re asleep at night?”
“What?” My eyes widen in shock. He can’t be serious.
“Tell me you’re not picturing it now. Fuck, I’m gonna be hard as a rock lying in my bed tonight, thinking about you in the room next to mine waiting for me.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Am I?” he asks, leaning in closer, “What will you be wearing for me?”
I press my hands against his chest, pushing him away. He stumbles, falling back against the wall on the opposite side of the hall.
“If you come in my room, the only thing waiting for you will be a swift kick in the balls.”
Turning on my heel, I storm off, leaving him bent over at the waist, laughing behind me. I don’t have time for his bullshit.