Lahat ng Kabanata ng Off-Side Love With My Best Friend's Brother : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Dani’s POVShe ran.One second she was right there, water dripping from her lashes, cheeks flushed and her lips parted like she wanted to say something, and then Ross came downstairs and broke whatever spell that had settled over us, and then she bolted. Climbed to it and wrapped her towel around herself and disappeared through the sliding doors without looking back.I stayed in the water for a long moment, staring at the space she’d left behind.“Too fast, I moved too damn fast,” I mumbled to myself.After everything that had happened yesterday, Blake, the police station, the hospital, the stitches behind her ears, I was out here pulling her into the pool and brushing her hair out of her face like we were in some movie. Like she wasn't in pain from her injuries.I pulled myself out of the pool and grabbed the towel from the lounge chair. Sat down on the wooden bench by the fence, water still dripping from my hair.The back door slid open a few seconds later.“What happened?” Ross sto

Wren’s POVMy alarm went off at six forty-five and I was already half awake, staring at the ceiling.I slipped from my bed and grabbed my phone, opened Spotify, picked up the loudest playlist, and went to brush my teeth.The music helped, I felt almost like a person again. I turned on the bathroom shower and waited.Nothing came out right. The pressure sputtered, dropped to a trickle, then died completely. I stared at the shower head as it had personally wronged me.“Are you serious right now?”I wrapped a towel and went downstairs.Ross was already in the kitchen, which shouldn’t have surprised me. He was cracking eggs into a bowl when I appeared in the doorway, hair still wrapped, playlist still running from my phone in my hand.“Good morning.” I walked over to him and hugged him.“Good morning.” He replied.“The shower is broken,” I announced.He looked up. “Which one?”“Mine.”“Yeah, the pressure’s been off on that side of the house. I keep meaning to call someone.” He tilted his

Chapter 35Wren’s POVThe car rolled to a stop in the driveway and I had my door open before he cut the engine.“Wren.” “I’m tired, Dani.”“Two minutes.”I stopped with one foot on the pavement. The night air hit my face, cool and sharp. I turned back.“Why did you go out with him?” His hands were still on the steering wheel. “You don’t even know him.”I laughed, short and humourless. “I know him enough.”“You met him two days ago.” “And I’ve known you for years.” I held his gaze. “Look how much good that’s done me.”I got out and he followed, coming around the front of the car faster than I expected.“That’s not fair.”“No?” I turned around fully. “You walked into my dinner, Dani. You threw a punch at someone who hasn’t done a single thing to you and then tried to drag me out like I was something that belonged to you.” I kept my voice low. “Don’t talk to me about fairness. Don’t you have one of your girls to call? Go bother one of them.”“Wait a minute, did you follow us to the res

Wren’s povThe office went very quiet.I looked at the folder on the desk. His name was printed neatly at the top of the page. At the grades underneath it, the warning letter, and the deadline sitting three weeks out.“Professor Hale…”“Think carefully before you respond,” she said. “This matters to him. But it would also look very good for you.”I pressed my lips together. Sat back and stared at the ceiling for exactly one second.“I…” I stopped and started again. “That’s a significant task, professor.”“I’m aware of that.”“We live together. If it doesn’t work…”“Academic tutoring rarely fails when both parties have something real at stake,” she said evenly.“Dani’s motivation is his place on the team. Yours would involve the additional credit hours this arrangement carries for your academic portfolio.“Does he… know about this?”“Yes, he does, I told him this morning.”“You said I don’t have to decide right now.”“I did say that.” She reached across and drew the folder back. “Think

Wren’s POVThe doorbell pulled me out of sleep.Once. Twice. Then continuously.I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.Footsteps in the hallway. Ross’s door. Ross on the stairs, moving fast.Then his voice as he opened the door, stripped of its composure, “Get the hell away from this door.”A beat of silence.“I said get out. Now. Before I make a decision I won’t regret.”The doorbell stopped.More silence. Then the sound of the front door closing, not slammed but close, and Ross’s footsteps coming back up the stairs. I heard him stop on the landing for a moment, then his door.I lay there for another few minutes, looking at the ceiling, before I got up.Dani was in the kitchen when I came downstairs. Ross was nowhere visible, which probably meant he’d gone back to bed. I pulled my hair over one shoulder and looked at Dani.“Who was at the door?”He was at the stove, moving things around in a pan. He glanced over his shoulder. “Blake.”The word landed flat and specific. I stood w