Chapter 37 Reed
REED
The drive back to my house felt longer than it should’ve. Roads I’d taken a thousand times felt unfamiliar in the quiet aftermath of it all. My hands gripped the wheel tighter than usual, knuckles white against the leather, headlights cutting through the dark like they were chasing something.
I didn’t turn on the radio. Just let the silence sit.
She’d fallen asleep curled up beside me in the truck bed, her head on my chest, fingers brushing my ribs.
The blanket barely covered us, and our skin was still warm from the life-altering sex we had.
I could still feel her. I could still see the way she looked at me like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to run or stay forever.
It had been hours ago, and I still felt like I was back there. I still wanted to be.
But Cam’s voice kept cutting through it all.
“You were supposed to be my friend.”
He wasn’t wrong. I should’ve said something as soon as I started feeling anything for her.
That was his little sister. He probably thought of me as her second brother, but I never felt that way towards Wren.
It wasn’t always this attraction, but to me, she was always just Wren, but now she was everything.
I could’ve made a hundred better choices, but the truth was I don’t regret any of it.
The way Wren trusted me tonight? The way she gave herself over to something messy and real? I’d take the fallout for that.
I pulled into my driveway just after five in the morning, gravel crunching beneath the tires, and the sun had started rising over the bay. I didn’t move right away, just sat there with the engine off and the weight of everything settling in. Harper was right, I should’ve said something.
Later today, I’d talk to Cam. I had to. Because if I were serious, and I was, then hiding it wasn’t an option anymore.
I needed him to hear it from me. I needed to look him in the eye and tell him that what happened with Wren wasn’t a mistake.
Not a fling or a phase. This was real. I cared about her.
I climbed out of the truck, shutting the door quietly behind me.
Dax’s light was off. Porch dark. House still.
Before heading inside, I decided I should unload the bed of the truck.
But my mind still drifted to her. The curve of her spine when she stretched.
The freckles on her shoulders. The way she moaned my name. I ran a hand down my face and sighed.
Tomorrow, I’ll deal with Cam. But tonight? I’d let myself replay every second in that truck bed until I fell asleep, knowing damn well I’d still feel her beside me when I woke up. I am pretty sure that woman is it for me. I am in love with my best friend’s little sister.