"Lift your top." He demands. I raise an eyebrow at his demand, not sure how to take this serious Wyatt. I am way too aware I don’t have any bottoms on and if I did what he asked, I would be showing him my terrible yellow knickers.

"Just so I can see where you’re in pain." He chuckles.

"I fell in self-defence class last night, it's nothing," I mutter.

“I’m not leaving until I see how bad it is.” Wyatt crosses his arms.

“I’m not showing you my knickers.” I glare at him. I suppose I could just put some trousers on but I really don’t want to be moving right now.

“I won’t look at those until you invite me to take them off, trust me.” He asks moving closer and gently running a hand down my arm. The thought of him taking my knickers off, has me blushing redder than a tomato.

I sigh watching his stubborn face before pulling my shirt up and he takes a long intake of breath.

"Winter, fuck you look like you've broken a rib." He says. I don’t look up at him as I pull my top down.

"I'm fine." I wave him off, as he looks at me with a slightly angry expression.

“You’re not; I have some cream that works wonders on bruises. I'll bring it to you after I go home.” He tells me and I nod.

"Your phone has been ringing like mad, some people called Jackass and Harris. I picked it up to bring it to you before you screamed."  He offers me the phone. I don’t answer his unsaid question about the jackass number; I can’t tell him I put that in there for Jaxson, before I got to know him. I should really change it back before he sees it. I'll end up having to buy him more than a couple of brownies for forgiveness. My heart contracts as I remember that I can’t see him anymore, I honestly forgot about everything that happened. These dreams are doing a number on me, and intensely hot guys coming into my room first thing in the morning. That doesn’t help.

"Thanks, Wyatt,” I say.

I accept my phone from him to see there are a ton of missed calls and voice messages from both Harris and Jaxson. I don’t want to listen to them because I can’t hear his voice, no matter what he has to say.

"They are some guys from my class; it's likely they haven't done the paper due tomorrow," I say trying to keep my eyes on the floor. When I look up, Wyatt’s eyes narrow at my lie but he just groans shaking his head.

"I'm going to help your friend." He walks away looking dejected.

"Are you ok?" I ask reaching out to stop him leaving.