Dirty Dreams novel · Chapter 22 of 24

Chapter 22: Early

Nobody said a word for two full seconds.

Then everything happened at once.

Brody went for the window in his boxers, with one leg out over the porch roof before I could say his name.

Wyatt grabbed his jeans and his shirt and followed him, and they dropped onto the shingles in a clatter.

Dylan pulled on his shorts and held up a hand, and I knew he meant to talk his father down the stairs.

"Tate," I whispered. "Dylan's room."

"Kenna..."

"Go."

He went, and he pulled my door half shut behind him, and he forgot to close it the rest of the way.

I stood alone in the middle of my room.

The sheet was on the floor.

The pillows were in the corner.

The whole room smelled of sweat and sex and the pizza still sitting on my dresser, and a boy's blue flip-flop lay on the rug.

I kicked it under the bed.

Then I yanked the sheet up, flung the pillows on, and dove under the blanket with my tank top on inside out.

Downstairs, Dylan's dad called, "Dylan! Come help with the bags!"

"Coming!" Dylan said, in a voice an octave too high.

Footsteps on the stairs.

Not his.

Slower, and lighter, and I knew them.

I lay on my side with my eyes shut and my heart going.

The door swung open.

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