Dirty Dreams novel · Chapter 20 of 24

Chapter 20: What Wyatt Wants

Wyatt's POV

I watched them from the upstairs window until the moon went behind the maple.

Then I couldn't stand it anymore, and I went down to make eggs.

That's what I do when I'm scared.

My mother says I'd cook through an earthquake.

The kitchen was grey with early light, and the house was quiet in the way it never is when Dylan's dad is home.

Upstairs, Dylan and Brody were asleep across Kenna's bed in a heap.

In the garden, Tate was asleep on the lounge chair under two towels, with his hand hanging down to the grass.

I cracked the fourth egg and heard the screen door.

She came in barefoot, in a wet tank top and the shorts from the lawn, with her hair stuck down her back.

She stopped when she saw me at the stove.

"Wyatt."

"Eggs," I said. "I made too many. I always do."

"You always make too many."

"My mom says it's a sickness."

She smiled, and sat on the counter beside the stove, and swung her heels against the cabinet.

I gave her a plate.

She ate with her fingers, quickly.

I stood there with the spatula, trying to remember how to look at her without staring.

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