In the Dark by Lila Rose Read Online Free Page A

didn't care too much. It was nice to have someone in the house with me. My always busy, always drinking and hunting uncle didn't really count.
    Sitting down on the couch, I switched on the TV and ignored the fact that Isaac Grey was in my house. His gaze ran over the pictures hanging on the walls. I flicked through the channels.
    " This is your show?" Isaac asked, standing behind the couch.
    "What's wrong with Glee ?" I glared. No one should ever diss Glee in front of me; the show always brought a smile to my face.
    "No, nothing, I suppose. If you like singing," he said with a fake cringe, while trying not to smile.
    "I don't know if this friendship can continue," I said, shaking my head at him. "You can either sit down and shut it, or leave now."
    He stood behind me quietly until the commercials came on.
    "Isaac, what are you doing?" I asked without looking at him.
    "I-I think I may be a little wet to sit on the couch, and I didn't want to interrupt your show. You seem scary when it comes to it."
    A laugh escaped me as I jumped up from the couch and looked at him with wide eyes. He was still soaking. I averted my gaze to over his shoulder and cussed at myself for not being considerate enough to notice.
    "True about the show, but still, you should have said something earlier. Hang on, I'll go grab a towel, and I'm sure I have something for you to wear that will fit. Wait one sec." I rushed off to the linen closet, grabbed a towel then dashed to my bedroom. I searched through my clothes for a hooded jumper and found some old tracksuit pants of my dad's. I ran back to the lounge, threw the towel at him and placed the clothes on the edge of the couch before sitting back down in time for Glee to start again.
    Isaac cleared his throat behind me.
    "Yeah?" I asked.
    "A room to change in? Unless you would prefer me to undress here?" Humour laced his voice.
    I pretended to think about it for a minute, tapping my chin with one finger. "Go down the hall to the end room. You can change in there."
    It wasn't until the next commercials came on did I realise Isaac hadn't returned. Worried with what he was getting up to in my room, I went after him. The door was closed. I knocked before entering, in case he was that slow at getting dressed—or I hoped he was. I opened the door without a reply and found him over by my window, looking at the pictures that hung on the wall beside it .
    Dear God, he's not wearing a shirt.
    Thank you, Lord.
    In my dazed state, I froze and took in the glorious view before me. He was beautiful. He hadn't turned around, so all I could see was his back; still, his back was something to write home about. In fact, I could recite a sonnet about how his tanned skin shone from the wet rain. How his shoulders cried out to me and made me want to sprint over, just so I could run my hands all over them.
    He turned around, and I found the front view was just as good as the back. Nice strong arms and a six-pack that yelled, Hello, take notice of me. And good God, I was. That was until he placed my hoodie on.
    I let out an annoyed breath at him for interrupting my ogling. A blush rose to my cheeks and I looked away, but not before I saw the smile on his face. He knew I was perving, and he enjoyed every minute of it.
    Oh, hell, what did I get myself into?
    "I wanted to see what was taking you so long," I said after clearing my throat a few times.
    "I hope you don't mind my looking around. But I thought if we're to be friends, it would be best to see how my friend lives." He grinned. Smiling suited him. I didn't understand why he didn't do it more often, even at school.
    "You can just ask me questions instead of snooping," I lightly suggested. It wasn't like I had anything to hide. Well, not there in the house anyway.
    "True." He nodded. "Do you mind if I ask one now?"
    Shaking my head, I leaned against the door frame and teased, "You don't have to ask to ask me a question, Isaac. You just do it."
    He let out a deep, carefree