Page 87 of Broken Prince
“Laney told me.”
“She did?” I wonder.
“Yeah, man, Laney’s been with you all night, making sure you didn’t do something stupid.”
“I was stupid,” I tell him. “I was stupid to tell her I only wanted to be friends. I don’t want to be friends. I want her. She’s mine. No one else can have her.” I ramble, leaning my head against his shoulder. We’re moving, but not moving? I think we’re in an elevator. “God, this music sucks. They should play some Slipknot.”
A soft chuckle has me opening my eyes. With a heavy head, I look down to see Laney there. “Oh, it’s you.” I grin.
“Hey,” she says softly, giving me a kind smile. “How you feeling, big guy?”
A wave of nausea hits me, and I slap a hand over my mouth, eyes widening in panic.
“Fuck!” Justin says, fear filling his voice. “He’s going to puke.”
The elevator door opens, and Laney rushes out. I just make it out of the door when everything comes back up. Thankfully, like a damn angel, she shoves a trash can under my mouth.
“That's it, get it all out.” Justin rubs my back.
My body heaves, over and over again. God, I feel like death.
When I’m done, I groan as Laney takes the trash can from me. “I’m going to get rid of this; here's the room key.”
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Justin helps me walk down the hall and to the room Laney and I are staying in.
He hauls me over to the bed, and I start stripping out of my clothes. I manage to stand long enough to get my jeans off before I fall back onto the bed.
“Dude, I love you, but not like that,” he chuckles.
I shoot him a glare. “I’m hot,” I mutter. “I don’t want you. I want her.”
“Laney?”
I nod my heavy head before laying back on the bed. “I want her so bad it hurts. I think I love her.”
“That's deep. You sure about that? It’s only been, what? A month?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I groan, rolling over. “She’s always in my head. Whenever I’m done with school, I rush home to see Benny. But then I see her holding him, and I feel like everything in life is perfect, how it should be. Her laugh, her smile, her smell... it lights my blood on fire.”
“Shit, man.” He sighs, and I feel the bed dipping. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, feeling sleep starting to take me. “I can’t lose her and Benny. I’d rather die.”
Delaney
“Is he asleep?” I ask, stepping the rest of the way into the room. Justin looks up at me, his face a mix of worry and sadness.
“Yeah. Out cold.”
“Thanks for helping me get him up to bed. He’s not doing good.” Watching Logan drink his pain away was hard to watch. But I didn’t have any right to tell him how he should handle it. I just wanted to make sure he was safe while doing it. Because the idea of anything happening to him makes me feel sick.
“How are you doing?”
I lick my lips, my eyes finding Logan’s sleeping form. He’s lying curled up on his side, only in his boxers. “I’m fine,” I tell Justin, bringing my attention back to him.
He stands up, cocking a brow. “Really?” I filled Justin in on everything when I saw him come into the bar. Logan was out cold in his stool, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get the massive football player up here by myself. “I’ve seen you with Benny. You're good with him. Anyone can see how much you care for him.”
“Of course I care for him.” I cross my arms, hugging my body as the pain of tonight fills me. “He’s become a big part of my life.”