Part 41: The Boy With The Scar

"You look pretty okay to me." El said when he saw me.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Dave said you didn't seem alright." Leo answered taking a seat next to me. "I kind of agree. It's weird seeing you in his clothes."

I looked down at my body. I had nothing on but Dave's oversized shirt that ended just above my knees. "Don't be naughty."

"You forgot to mention that she spent the night here." El said as Dave entered the room.

"I..." I looked at the three pairs of eyes fixed on me, each in turn and raised questioning brows at Dave.

"We spend the night together." Dave grinned. "You are putting on my clothes. And, when you called me to pick you up, I was at a party."

"Dave likes parties." Leo joined and Dave nodded. "He left fuckable girls there to spend the night with you. It kind of needs an explanation."

"I... nothing happened between us." I told the two boys. And Dave.

"Are you sure?" Leo asked. "There's only one bedroom here. Who slept on the couch?"

"No one. We both slept on the same bed."

Leo mumbled, "Kind of tricky for a horny guy and emotionally unstable girl to spend a night in each other's arms and do nothing if you ask me."

I eyed El. He was unnaturally quiet, his eyes studying me. His eyes were also full of something else. Something I couldn't name yet but something that made me feel like I was being judged by my father for sneaking out of the house to fuck with my neighbor's husband.

"Come on... El, nothing happened... we just... we just slept together." I started.

"You slept together." El said.

"Yeah... I mean not literally, we..."

"It's okay, relax." El laughed before coming to hug me to him. "Just messing with your head."

I closed my eyes. "That's not cool."

"I'm sorry." El stepped back. "But you have to tell us who fucked you up last night."

"Last night?" I looked at Dave.

"Even if he hadn't told us I'd b able to tell. You sounded worried earlier and looked sad in your sleep." El told me running the back of his finger down my cheek.

"He's right." Leo added. "You didn't want to go home meaning it's something you can't tell Devyn. You can take us as your brothers, you know?"

"I doubt El wants her to think of him as a brother." Dave corrected his friend earning a glare from El which had them laughing.

"So?" El probed. "Will you tell us or do we scout that area to find out exactly where you were?"

I couldn't let them do that. I also couldn't... but I could, couldn't I? Nothing was wrong with telling them. They had seen me messed up before.

"I..." I kept my eyes on the ground.  "I had a fight with Ash."

"The fuck?" El gasped taking my arm and checking it thoroughly.

"Did he hurt you?" Leo asked coming to take the other arm for examination.

El placed his hands on either side of my face, turning my head and checking either side of my neck.

Dave came closer and pulled Leo away, "Let him check her out himself."

I was starting to think the three boys had alternate thoughts for me, especially when it came to El. It was more like El was my brother and the other two my brother El's friends. Or more like El was my boyfriend and the other two my boyfriend El's friends.

Boyfriend?

I raised my eyes and saw how his dark eyes worriedly examined my body for bruises.

My eyes travelled lower, the scar that ran down to the left side of his mouth still as attractive as ever. It had me wondering how bad it must have hurt when he got it and whether it would hurt if I were to run my finger along it. My tongue actually, how it would feel to kiss it.

My eyes landed on his lips. He had chiseled lips, the lower lip a little fuller than the upper lip. I was suddenly overcome with pangs to press my lips against his, feel his hands holding my waist tightly and his sporty lean body pushing against mine.

Given his height, he would have to lower his head, hutching his shoulder without moving his pelvic bone away from me

I swallowed and looked back up to his eyes, only to find him quietly studying my eyes.

Double blinking, I shook his hands off my face and took several steps away until I felt I was further enough.

"For a moment I thought they were going to kiss." I heard Leo say to Dave.

"I..." I swallowed and licked my unexpectedly dry lips. "I'm alright. It wasn't physical, just a little misunderstanding but we're okay now."

"Are you sure?" El asked taking a step towards me.

"Yes," I quickly said before turning away. "I'm going to the bathroom." I said as I rushed out of the room.

Something had to be wrong with my body. And mind. Why would I be aroused by simply standing next to someone? Was it a mental illness? I was probably going crazy.

I splashed some cold water on my face and checked myself in the mirror. My eyes were probably full of lust.

I looked away from my reflection with a groan. "I'm dead. So dead..." I was standing so close to him he could probably hear all my thoughts. "Damn!" I clutched at my chest. Who in their right mind thought that way about their friend while already having a boyfriend?

It must be the side effects of last night. Most definitely true. I must be aroused because earlier I was texting with Ash and was reminded of the previous night. Or because he had invited me over. It had to be or else I was going crazy.

"You can come out now, they're gone."

I double blinked at my reflection. Was I hiding from...? I pulled open the door and looked around. Dave stood just outside the door and there seemed to be no one else in the apartment.

"Why are you telling me that they are gone?" I asked him walking out of the bathroom.

Dave rolled his eyes at me and placed his hands on either of my shoulders. "It was exactly as we first met. You went to the bathroom because he turned you on."

"I wasn't turned on." I denied my voice high pitched.

Dave grinned and brought his face down to mine. "Relax sweetheart. It's our little secret, they don't know. But tell me something, can I still make you wet?"

He lifted an eyebrow, a side of his lips curving into a smile. "Did you feel anything at all last night when I had you in my arms?"

"Stop it, you're giving me the creeps." I pushed him away and started walking to the bedroom.

"I regret not taking my chances last night when you were cuddled naked in my arms." Dave shouted after me.

"Too bad," I shouted back. "You can't cry over spilled milk."

"I'd definitely cry if you let me make you spill the other milk." Dave said again.

"Find a perfect chance and I'll spill it all on you." I smiled as I closed the door behind me.

I just loved Dave.