20
King
King rolled over in bed when he heard Effie enter the bedroom. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“This, whatever it is between you and me? This is the only thing I’m sure about right now.”
King’s eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the dark. He felt Effie crawl into bed beside him. Everything about the situation screamed STOP, but he couldn’t resist her.
It was the same bedroom he stayed in when he was a child. His parents would sleep across the hallway and Thorne just next door. King didn’t think such circumstances would thrill him, but they did. He rolled towards her as he felt her hand across his chest.
“This was my childhood bedroom when we visited,” he murmured.
“Oh.” Effie froze. He could see the outline of her face lit by the moon.
“It’s okay,” he said. King tilted her face up
