and Taylor are still in their rooms,” I say.
Cody’s standing at the stairway. “I’m going up, so I’ll check on Dylan.”
The girls and I begin putting the groceries away, and a few minutes later, Cody walks into the kitchen.
“I went upstairs, looked around down here, and I can’t find Dylan anywhere. I mean, where else could he be? I’m sure he didn’t go outside after last night.”
“I’m going to go check on Taylor and make sure nothing’s wrong,” Jasmine says.
It seems as if she’s gone for only a minute before she flies into the kitchen, sliding along the floor in her socks. Jasmine looks cute today in her Burberry London, bright yellow skinny jeans and black sweater. Her long, black hair is shining.
“Girls, get out here. I have to tell everyone something,” she says. Chelsea, Morgan and I follow her into the great room where the guys are sitting.
“You all are going to shit.” Jasmine’s animated eyes glance to each of us. I don’t think anyone on earth enjoys gossip as much as she does.
“What’s going on?” Cody asks.
“Dylan’s under the covers and spooning with Taylor in her bed. They’re not moving, so I’m guessing they’re asleep. I couldn’t tell if they were dressed or not.”
“No way,” Cody says, sounding surprised.
“What happened to them last night?” Chelsea asks.
I glance to everyone. “We can’t tell them we know. Let’s wait and see how it plays out.”
“Maybe she got sick from getting so cold, and he’s trying to warm her up,” Chelsea says.
Matt laughs. “He’s warming her up alright. You know the sayin’, spooning leads to forking.”
Morgan punches him in the arm. “Stop it, Matt.”
“Oh, come on. Dylan wanted her the second he saw her at the hospital. If I remember correctly, he said he was going to ‘break her’. Maybe he broke through the bitch barrier.”
“You can be so insensitive,” Morgan says angrily before she goes into the kitchen. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on between Matt and Morgan, but Morgan’s been really sensitive around him lately. I’m gonna talk to her, so I follow her into the kitchen. She begins boiling water and gets tea bags out of the cabinet.
“What’s up with you and Matt? He always makes comments like that, and it’s never bothered you before.”
She lets out a heavy breath and turns to me.
“I’m losing my patience with his insensitivity. I love him, but I can’t take how closed off he is. I wish he’d pay more attention to me other than in the bedroom. I guess I’m hyper sensitive to everything he says now. I’m sorry. I need to get over it. He’s just Matt.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry. You haven’t done anything wrong. You don’t have to be what he needs and get nothing in return. Have you tried to talk to him about it?”
“I’ve tried, but he always changes the subject or gets me to have sex. That’s his response to everything. I guess that’s his way of showing his feelings, but it’s not enough for me.” She gives a terse laugh. “At least that part of our relationship is amazing.”
Morgan gazes at Matt from the kitchen as he stands in the great room. “He’s so handsome with his dark hair and eyes. He’s tall and fit, and when those jeans hang off his hips that way … geez, I still drool over him. We have so much chemistry, and I really love him.”
“Talk to him. You always do what he wants, so maybe he doesn’t realize you’re unhappy. I’m going to go see Brett.” I hug her before I leave the kitchen.
Taylor
The feel of Dylan’s hand against my stomach makes me nervous. I’m beginning to believe he’s a big softy inside. He has my back pulled snugly against his chest, and I’m finally warm, savoring every second of his touch. I’m brought out of my comforting daydream when I hear voices in the cabin.
“Dylan, wake up,” I whisper.
He moves his arm away from me, so I roll over toward him, already feeling the loss of his