The Heartbroken - S01 E63

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The Heartbroken - S01 E63

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 63

I wanted so bad to

wipe the f-----g smirk

off his lips.

My cheeks flushed. I

huffed and drank the

last of my choco as I

stood up, heading

straight towards the

sink.

He laughed, rich and real

and deep. “It’s not like I

couldn’t tell you liked it.”

“Oh, yeah?” I glared at

him.

“Admit it.”

I crossed my arms over

my chest, feeling my

face burn. I wished he

couldn’t see how much I

was blushing.

“Kyla,” he said when I

just kept glaring. God,

that grin on his lips. “I

enjoyed it. Did you?”

I didn’t bother

answering as I left him

in the kitchen.

He laughed.

—

I wanted to push Seth

off the bed. Wait,

scratch that. I wanted

to kick him off.

Why couldn’t he just

sleep in his room like a

normal person?

“If you’re going to sleep

here, then I’m sleeping

somewhere else,” I said

and sat up.

Seth pulled me back

down without even

opening his eyes. “Stop

being ridiculous.”

I struggled to sit up

again, but he slipped his

arms around me and

held me, hugging me so

my back was pressed

against his chest and

his chin was on the top

of my head.

“This counts as physical

abuse, Everett.” I tried

to free myself from his

hug but he held me

tighter. I sighed and

just stopped.

“Why the hell does my

shampoo smell

differently on your

hair?” he asked. “It

smells better.”

I could hear the smile in

his voice as he sniffed. I

am not kidding, he

freaking sniffed me.

“Oh, my god, I feel so

violated.”

He paid me no attention

as he said, “You know

how I know you liked

the kiss?”

“I didn’t–”

“Because you didn’t

open your eyes to see if

Cedric was watching.”

I stopped.

It dawned on me that

he was right. I hadn’t

looked for Cedric. I

hadn’t even thought of

him after the kiss as

Alyssa and the rest

swept me along with

them.

“I am as tired as hell,”

he said, yawning.

I stayed there,

unmoving, as the rise

and fall of his chest

against my back

stretched into deep

even breaths. His hold

on me had gone slack

as he fell asleep.

I could have easily

slipped out of the hug.

But maybe I was too

tired to move, maybe I

wasn’t thinking right,

maybe it seemed like

too much, because I

didn’t move.

I just closed my eyes.