Jesse jerked upright, startled. I flipped to my back and grabbed the blanket to cover me. He grimaced when someone yelled through the door, “Hunt, come on! We’re fucking waiting for your ass.” When the unmistakable click of his lock sounded, we both threw ourselves into motion. I grabbed the rest of the blankets and pulled them over my head as Jesse threw himself on the ground for his clothes. Then the door opened and I cringed. It sounded like more than one guy entered the room. One of them grumbled, “What the hell, Jesse? You take a nap or something?” “Uh, Reed…” a guy cleared his throat. “Oh, shit!” “Stop,” Jesse barked the last one. And then there was silence, interrupted by someone snickering, but I let out a breath of relief when I heard all of them leave again. It was so silent for a second until something landed next to me, but I didn’t make a move. No way. I was sure it was a trick. “You can come out,” Jesse said flatly. “They’re outside now.”
