Chapter 8

  THAYER

  ?

  Damn it!

  What was I thinking? I was better than that.?

  I twisted and turned in bed. The urge to knock on Kennedy’s door and pick up what we left off at the rooftop made me vibrate in anticipation. The fact that my raging hard-on in my pants jerked at the thought of those perk breasts and those plumped red lips, I was already fully awake.

  Fuck.

  I let out a frustrated sigh as I forced myself to erect to sit in my empty bed. A few seconds later, my phone vibrated.

  It was a message from Ash.

  Ash: Tea?

  T:?Turn off the fucking feeds.?

  I hit the send button.

  His reply popped up.?

  Ash:?Sparring?

  T:?Not interested.

  Ash:?Just knock on her door. What’s so hard about it? She’s American.

  T: Not gonna happen. Sleep.

  I threw my phone away, shutting my eyes closed, and forcing myself to sleep.

  I jolted to sit on the bed to a loud knock on the door.

  Damn door.