Page 25 of Unwritten Rules (Rules 1)

“That’s my brother’s.”

I frown. His brother’s? Unless his brother is a ghost, I can’t believe anyone actually sleeps in here.

“Is he okay with me taking his room?” I look up at him.

“Of course. I hope you don’t mind sharing the bed though.”

My mouth drops.

He bursts out laughing. “Chill, I’m kidding. It’s a guest room.” He mocks, “You should’ve seen your face.”

“Jerk.” I mutter the first insult that comes to my mind under my breath.

“Prude,” he says right back.

I sit down at the edge of the king-sized bed.

“I’ll get you a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.” He walks out. Shortly after, he’s back with clothes that look very comfortable although they are clearly way too big for me. I get up, taking the clothes from his hands.

“I swear to God, if I wake up tomorrow and you’re not here, I will kill you. Don’t think I won’t.”

“Oh, so you want me to stay?” He gives me an annoyingly charming smile, tilting his head to the right.

One step is all it takes for the distance between us to disappear. I don’t step back, refusing to let him think for even a second that he has any control or effect over me.

“Because that can be arranged,” he whispers.

Oh, he’s good.

I’m sure that trick usually works for him.

“I’m just saying. I don’t want to wake up alone in this completely unknown house. Plus, I don’t know where I am and…”

“Relax, Winter. Of course I’m staying. What kind of guy would I be dropping you at a stranger’s house and taking off?”

“I don’t know. Let me see. You’d be the Haze kind of guy.”

He smirks. “Point taken.”

“One night, Adams. That’s all. Then you drive me home first thing in the morning.” I try to sound as threatening as I possibly can, well aware that I’m probably doing a very bad job. He nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Under one condition.”

I sigh. “What?”

“I want a kiss.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. A thank-you kiss if you will. I mean, I did save your ass. As cute as that ass may be, it was still a lot of work.” He steps forward until I can smell his cologne.

Smooth, Haze. Real smooth.

He stills smells disturbingly good. Just like I remember.

He offers me his Colgate commercial smile. I place my hands on his chest and force him out of the room.

“Of course. I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”