My mouth dropped open and a heat swept across my cheeks. I couldn’t believe Brooklyn would think we would disrespect her parents by having sex. Trying to correct her thoughts, I said, “Aiden’s staying in his room. I won’t make any noise.”
Brooklyn gave me an I’m-not-buying-it face. “If you say so, Kenzie. Night.”
We called back. “Night.”
There was no way Aiden was staying with me. No way. As we approached the bedroom door, it felt weird not having him come in. I’d gotten used to having him sleep with me most nights. But, the fact hadn’t changed . . . we were under his parents’ roof.
Giving me a devious grin, Aiden gave me a kiss. “Night, beautiful.”
What was he up to? I’d thought it would be harder to convince him to leave me. This was going to be easier than I imagined.
Giving him one last peck on the lips, I whispered, “Night, handsome.”
Closing the door, I got ready for bed and sank into the luscious mattress. It was soft and melded to my body. I felt like I was laying on a cloud. Time passed and my eyes grew heavy from the long week.
Of course, I tried to think of any way that we could draw the truth out of The Society. When I was alone, it consumed my thoughts.
The door creaked open. Fear griped me, instantly waking me. Quietly, I called out, “Hello.”
“Shh . . . it’s just me.”
The familiar voice had me bolting upright.
“Aiden, you can’t be in here!” I whispered in a harsh voice.
He wasn’t listening as the covers were pulled back. “Mom and Dad are asleep on the other side of the house. I’ll leave before they get up.” Aiden slipped into bed and laid down while I still remained upright. “They were young once too. I’m sure they know. I’m not sleeping without you when you’re two doors down from me.”
I knew that tone. It was Aiden’s resolute tone.
Horrified wouldn’t even describe how I would feel if they caught us. I tried to reason with him even though my traitorous body wanted him. “But, Aiden, if they find us. It’s disrespectful.”
“They won’t. And they’d understand.”
My protests became feeble as he brought me to him. “Aiden . . .”
His hand drifted to my midsection. “Yes . . .”
The tops of my pants were pushed down. I helped get them off. “We can’t get caught, Aiden.”
“We won’t.”
“AIDEN!”
An unrecognized harsh whisper had me stirring. We’d been caught! Oh no, we’d been caught! I was mortified as I froze stiff on the bed while I held my breath. I silently shook Aiden’s chest trying to rouse him.
“Aiden!”
Another harsh whisper. Was it Brooklyn? I shook Aiden harder and he stirred again right as the person called again quietly. As reasoning returned to me, I thought surely his parents would have flipped on the light. It didn’t sound like Pamela.
“Aiden!”
He grabbed me when he heard the voice. “Kenzie, what’s wrong?”
Before I had a chance to respond, the darkness spoke again, “It’s Stacy. Not Kenzie.”
“What the fuck?” Aiden was angry as he responded back.
Reaching across me, Aiden turned on the lamp. The light blinded me as I tucked myself into his chest and pulled the covers tighter against me. Thanks goodness I’d been insistent that we got redressed before falling asleep, against Aiden’s wishes.