Page 91 of The Heart Breaker

I turn away from him and swing my legs over the bed. “I should go,” I say, climbing out of bed before I do something stupid.

“Why?” He grabs his sweats, stepping into them. “Do you have anywhere else to be?” he asks.

“No,” I admit.

The apartment’s empty with Isabella gone, and there’s no chance I’m going back to my mom’s place. Not when she’s trying to keep me away from the one thing I came here for.

He holds my gaze, dragging his sweatpants up his hips. “Then stay here with me.”

I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling too tight. “That’s a bad idea.”

“Probably,” he says with a shrug, walking around the bed until he’s standing in front of me, then tips my chin up. “Stay anyway.”

Every part of me knows I shouldn’t. Staying here is only going to make these feelings inside me worse. But I also really don’t want to go back to an empty apartment. I want to be with him.

“Okay,” I say before I can talk myself out of it.

His smile widens, and he rubs his thumb over my lower lip. I wish he’d lean in and kiss me. Wish he could read my mind and just give me what I can never admit I want out loud.

“We should probably rewind the episode,” he says, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I think we missed all of it.”

A smirk tugs at his lips and I let out a low laugh, because I completely forgot we were in the middle of watching TV.

“I’m taking a shower first,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear, his gaze lingering on mine before he heads toward the bathroom, the door closing behind him.

I tip my head and close my eyes, pretending my rule is still protecting me, even though every part of me knows I’m already in way too deep.

26

AURORA

“Alright,” Austin says with a grin, holding up a tequila bottle. “Truth or drink. The rules are simple. If you lie, you drink. If you dodge, you drink. And if you cry, I film it.”

The rookies light up. I’m pretty sure they’re just here for the free booze. I still have no idea whose house this even is, but Isabella wanted to go out, and I’m never going to say no to a vodka cranberry and an excuse to get dressed up.

Across from me, Logan stretches an arm along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing Nathan’s shoulder, and Nathan rolls his eyes. Those two bicker so much they may as well be related.

Ryan groans as he drags a hand down his face. “Why do all your games end with someone vomiting in the sink?”

“Tradition,” Austin says, shooting him a wink before pouring a shot and sliding it across the table to Miles. “Rookie’s turn. Don’t be lame.”

“Okay, okay.” His eyes light up as he looks around the circle. “Logan,” he says, smirking.

Logan’s pretty laid-back, so he just nods and says, “Shoot.”

Miles leans forward a little. “You ever hooked up with someone on the team?”

A few of the guys laugh, but Logan just grins, completely unbothered. Everyone knows he’s bi, but as far as any of us know, none of the other guys on the team are into men, which makes the question interesting.

For a second, I wonder if he’s into Logan and that’s why he asked. I honestly wouldn’t be shocked. Secret hook-ups aren’t exactly rare around here.

I would know.

“Define hook up,” Logan says, turning his cup between his fingers.

“Answer it or drink, rookie,” Austin says, pointing his own cup at him.

Logan rolls his eyes, and instead of giving everyone the answer they’re obviously dying for, he lifts the cup to his mouth and takes a sip.