Ground Rules

Too close. We were too close.

Ryan’s voice made my lip curl. “I’m getting a condom. Stay just like that, spread wide open, baby.”

“Now, what?” Cole’s whisper was so low I had to strain my ear even though his mouth moved right over it.

A few drawers were shut, and then there was the sound of a condom being ripped open, and the bed creaked next. I furrowed my brow, trying to ignore the electricity flooding my veins with the boy who I had given my heart to at my back, and peeked my head outside the thin shower curtain.

“Shit,”I whispered, pulling back. A yelp got stuck in my throat when my butt brushed over Cole’s middle.

“What?” he whispered, leaning into my space. Cole’s broad chest lingered over my shoulder as his large hand pulled back the curtain, peering out into the now only half-dark bathroom. “Ah, nice. Now we’re stuck here, unless you want to make yourself known to Ryan. There has to be a reason you’re tucked inside his bathroom right now, yeah?”

Ryan couldn’t know I was here. Did he even remember me? Did he remember what he did?

“We will stay here until they’re finished and passed out. Then, we’ll leave through Kellan’s door.”

Never mind the fact that I knew whose room was whose and why I knew. I had bigger things to worry about than Cole wondering if I was a stalker or not. I was stuck inside a tiny shower with the only person who I’d ever had true, deep, soul-shattering feelings for, and this moment, right here, told me that I wasn’t over him. Everything I felt while looking up into his window, seeing him stare back down at me from his bedroom, wasn’t just a teenage crush.