Involved

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isabelle langa

When I woke, Killian wasn't in the room. I wasn't sure what that meant at first, then remembered I heard Dre talking about Killian having weight training on Saturday mornings. I woke with a pounding headache and clothes that weren't mine.

I got out of the bed to examine myself. Now that I was fully sober, I could take in the clothes he let me borrow. A shirt that looked two sizes too small for Killian. And these indeed were not shorts, but boxer briefs that were rolled so they'd fit me.

With the sunlight, I noticed how meticulously clean his bedroom was. Everything was straight with nothing out of place. Even his closet was nicely organized in a colour system. His nightstand had a book. It was of the same author him and I saw at the book store, but wasn't the same book. He went out of his way to buy more of her books.

Shaking my head, I left the room but my feet remained planted just outside the door. For some reason I was nervous to walk around here knowing the type of guys who lived here. Waking up in a frat house in random clothes wasn't something I ever expected out of me. Mainly because my brother forbad me from being involved in anything frat related. Not that frat boys ever intrigued me.

Yet here I was entering a kitchen full of about a dozen guys. This felt like my biggest fear coming true and I didn't like the eyes being all on me. Amongst the eyes were Killian's. He stood at the stove flipping bacon in a pan. He was shirtless with grey sweatpants that rested too low for my liking. His tan chest was full of muscle that looked perfectly chiselled. On his back were angel wings with a sword right down the middle. The left side of his torso had vertical script that I couldn't read from this far. It's unfair how attractive this man is.

I kindly smiled at the guys I passed while making my way to Killian. I never thought he would be my safety net in a time like this, but the guys looked at me with eager eyes—like fresh meat. Killian's hand went to my lower back, bringing me closer between him and the stove.

"I thought you have basketball," I spoke to quietly.

"I do. But you were asleep and figured you'd be hungry. Don't bother apologizing. I'm tired anyways," he kept his eyes on the pan in front of him. With the way he spoke, I would've assumed he was upset with me before he said, "The clothes look good on you." I silently disagreed with him.

"Just to clarify, you're seriously going to cook and not make enough for the rest of us?" A guy complained, struggling to find something in the fridge.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" Killian pulled a plate from the cabinet. I was starving and the breakfast he was making smelt amazing. He set a spot at the island for me, placing cutlery and juice.

"So, do you guys never have girls over? Because you're acting like you've never seen a girl before and I'm not quite sure if you're aware, but it's extremely uncomfortable," I spoke what was on my mind. I wouldn't usually, but the way they acted was pissing me off. Were they going to watch me eat too?

As soon as they realized what they were doing, a few dispersed and others finally looked away. So I sat at the island and indulged in my bacon, eggs and pancakes. I went on my phone, seeing the text from my brother last night. The address was almost two hours away. What could be in that bag that needed to be delivered two hours away, specifically by me?

"I'll take you," Killian offered when he saw me on the Uber app. I couldn't help but feel like the favours he was doing for me were getting out of hand. He was being too nice to me and I wasn't interested in accumulating debt.

"It's fine. Junior is paying for the Uber. And you probably have much better things to do on a Saturday," I ate a piece of bacon. I hoped he'd take my polite hint that I didn't want a ride from him.