Extraits

-Non! j'étais furieuse que tu aies oublié!

il plongea ses yeux dans les miens.

- pourquoi ?

- parce que si j'avais...si nous avions...et que tu ne...j'en sais rien,pourquoi!j'étais furieuse, point barre !

il traversa la chambre d'un pas décidé, s'arrêta a quelques centimètre de moi et posa ses main sur mes joues.son souffle étais court,il scruta mon visage.

- qu'es-ce qu'on fait poulette?

d'un long regard,je suivis les tatouages sur son ventre et son torse,pour enfin m'arrêter sur le brun si chaud se ses yeux.

- c'est a toi de me le dire.

- C'est Abernathy, son nom. Pourquoi?

- Que tu n'aie pas compris avant ce soir, à la rigueur trav. Mais là, t'as plus d'excuses, lâcha Thomas sur un ton méprisant.

- Putain mais de quoi tu parles?

- Tu serais pas de la famille de Mick Abernathy, par hasard?

Toutes les têtes se tournèrent dans ma direction. D'un geste nerveux, je passai la main dans mes cheveux.

- Tu as entendu parler de Mick?

Travis pencha la tête pour me regarder dans les yeux.

- C'est juste un des plus grand joueur de poker qui ait jamais existé. Tu le connais?

Je fis la grimace. Acculée comme je l'étais, il ùe restait plus qu'à leur dire la vérité.

- C'est mon père.

Ce fut l'explosion.

- NOOOOON! J'Y CROIS PAS!

- JE LE SAVAIS!

- ON VIENT DE JOUER CONTRE LA FILLE DE MICK ABERNATHY!

- MICK ABERNATHY? PUTAN DE MERDE!

Nos deux visages étaient à quelques centimètres l'un de l'autre. Il était redevenu sérieux, soudain. Il leva la tête pour m'embrasser, mais je le repoussai.

- Arrête ton char, Trav.

Il me tint toutefois serrée contre lui jusqu'à ce que je cesse de me débattre. Il fit alors glisser une bretelle de ma robe sur mon épaule.

- Depuis que le mot "vierge" est sorti de tes lèvres magnifiques... j'ai très, très envie de t'aider à te séparer de ta robe.

- Dommage pour toi. Il y a vingt minutes, tu étais prêt à tuer Parker pour la même raison, donc ne sois pas hypocrite.

- J'emmerde Trav. Il ne t'aime pas autant que moi.

I stared at the couch, the cushions still askew and bunched up from its recent use. I recoiled at the thought of how many women had given themselves away against the fabric. Itchy fabric at that.

"I guess I'm sleeping on the recliner," I grumbled.

"Why?"

I glared at him, furious over his confused expression. "I'm not sleeping on the thing! God knows what I'd be lying in!"

He lifted my luggage off the floor. "You're not sleeping on the couch or the recliner. You're sleeping in my bed."

"Which is more unsanitary than the couch, I'm sure."

"There's never been anyone in my bed but me."

"Then why am I allowed in your bed?"

One corner of his mouth pulled up into an impish grin. "Are you planning on having sex with me tonight?"

"No!"

"That's why."

"I'm headed home, Pidge. You need a ride?"

"I was just going in," I said, grinning up at him through my sunglasses.

"You're not staying with me tonight?" he asked. His face was a combination of surprise and disappointment.

"No, I am. I just had to grab a few things that I forgot."

"Like what?"

"Well, my razor for one. What do you care?"

"It's about time you shaved your legs. They've been tearing the hell outta mine," he said with an impish grin.

Finch's eyes bulged as he gave me a quick once-over, and I made a face at Travis. "That's how rumors get started!" I looked at Finch and shook my head. "I'm sleeping in his bed... just sleeping."

"Right," Finch said with a smug smile.

"I need another drink!" I said as a second attempt to change the subject.

"Shots!" America yelled.

Shepley rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah. That's what you need, another shot."

"I wanted you there with me, Pidge. You're my good-luck charm."

"I'm not your anything," I snapped, glaring up at him.

His eyebrows pulled in and he stopped dancing. "You're my everything."

"You didn't look at me like I was Travis Maddox," he said, rolling his eyes at his own words, "you looked at me like I was... I don't know, a person, I guess."

"News flash, Trav. You are a person."

"My God, you're sexy," Travis said, propping his head up with his hand. "The most beautiful woman at Eastern is my girlfriend. That's insanity."

It seemed like I had just closed my eyes when I heard the alarm. I reached over to turn it off, but wrenched my back my hand in horror when I felt warm skin beneath my fingers. I tried to recall where I was. When the answer hit, it mortified me that Travis might think I'd done it on purpose.

"Travis? Your alarm," I whispered. He still didn't move. "Travis!" I said, nudging him. When he still didn't stir, I reached across him, fumbling in the dim light until I felt the top of the clock. Unsure how to turn it off, I smacked the top of it until I hit the snooze button, and then fell against my pillow with a huff.

Travis chuckled.

"You were awake?"

"I promised I'd behave. I didn't say anything about letting you lay on me."