Uncomfortable, Undone University Series, Book 1

Chapter 11

Krystal

Spending my evening reading by the lake seemed like a good idea, a great way to avoid Jace and the embarrassing memory of practically impaling myself on what turned out to be a very impressive erection. Of course, I didn't plan on falling asleep. When I wake up, the night is so dark, I can barely see my way back to the house. I tiptoe for pretty much the entire walk back, imagining all varieties of creepy crawlies coming out of the brush along the pathway to attack my bare toes. Fuck sandals. Whoever invented them must have been some sort of sadist. Why had I never realized how vulnerable they would leave my delicate feet to any number of pest or critter.

I finally make it safely the back patio, and the halo of illumination from the exterior light. Thankfully, the backdoor is unlocked when I get there, but the house is dark. Everyone must have gone to bed.

And no one noticed I wasn't here. Sheesh. Abby or Maggie should have at least noticed. We're sharing a freaking room. I navigate the downstairs by memory, feeling my way along walls until I come to the light switch in the living room. When I flip it, the recessed lighting in the ceiling brightens the room.

Which is not as empty as I thought it was. Maggie is passed out in the fetal position on the couch, her arms tucked sweetly beneath her cheek almost as if she's been posed like this. She stirs gently and squints her closed eyelids tighter. I flip the light switch again, casting the room back into darkness so I don't wake her. I'm pretty sure I can find my way from here without falling or knocking into anything. The path is pretty much a straight shot along this wall to the stairs, and I make short work of traversing the distance. By the time I get upstairs, my eyes have adjusted fully to the darkness, but there's enough light streaming in through the loft window that I can see fairly well. I head straight for my room.

I'm assuming Abby is passed out, so I turn the knob quietly and push the door open as slowly as possible. I'm halfway into the room when a male groan echoes through the room. I freeze, locked in place as my brain tries to process what's going on.

"Mmm..." Abby moans.

"Yes," the male voice hisses in response. RJ's voice.

And that's when I realize that the lump under the blankets in the middle of the bed Abby and I are supposed to be sharing is too large to be just one person.

She's getting laid.

I close my eyes against the view, so I don't catch sight of something I can't unsee and back out of the room. I shut the door quickly—and silently—but linger in the hallway unsure what to do with myself now. With Abby shacking up with RJ in my room, I'm left to wander the house in search of a place to sleep tonight. Even if they were to finish and pass out, the room smells of sex. I don't even want to think about what the sheets must be like.

Three thousand square feet and four bedrooms seemed like so much space when Abby booked the house, but now that I'm without a place to lay my head at 2 a.m., the house might as well be a closet. Jameson and Miranda are in the master bedroom, with Camden and Jules in the second suite. The two guest rooms were supposed to be split between the non-couples. One for the guys, RJ, Jace, and Scotty, and one for the girls, me and Abby—and Andrew. But Andrew is crashed on the couch. If I don't want sleep on the floor, I'm going to have to swallow my pride and go knocking on the boys' door. The room has two beds, and the only occupants are Jace and Scotty now that RJ has defected to my room. Maybe the guys will let me sleep in one of the beds and share the other. It's a long shot, but a girl can dream.

I hesitate outside the closed bedroom door for a long time. Scott seems like a decent guy. He will, no doubt, be fine with me sleeping in his room tonight, but Jace is going to be the hard sell. He'll probably accuse me of orchestrating this whole thing just to screw him out of a bed. I briefly consider going downstairs and squeezing onto the couch with Maggie. But I don't really know her all that well, and that couch isn't even comfortable for sitting.