I was going to throw up on the rooftop of my mates’ home.
Then a pair of arms wrapped around me.
Bloodied.
Strong.
Familiar.
I jerked away for half a second, heart slamming into my throat, just enough to realize it was Aiden.
He had climbed up here.
Of course he had.
Trying to see what was wrong because apparently my panic now came with a very attractive alarm system.
“That better be someone else’s blood, Aiden,” I growled, Eden right there with me, sniffing the air, searching for wounds.
His mouth tipped into something almost sheepish.
“Yep, my love. On second thought, I probably should have cleaned up first, but…” His eyes dropped to the phone still clutched in my hand. “I saw you freak out at your screen and couldn’t stop myself from checking in.”
I did not answer.
I should
