The Vampire Diaries: Trust In Betrayal (Kindle Worlds) (In Time We Trust Trilogy Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

okay?”
     
    Before she came to our room, Cali changed into soft grey yoga pants and her hair is pulled back into a bun held with one of the free hotel pens, a twist of spiky hairs escaping from the loose knot. She’s just the kind of rumpled and relaxed that always looks cuddly to me, and a little bit sexy. I’m having a hell of a time not staring and that’s not going to do much to make her feel comfortable sleeping here.
     
    I take the remote off the nightstand and grab a seat on the bed that was supposed to be Matt’s, flipping on the TV even though I hate motel TV more than almost anything, because I’m not in the mood to make conversation.
     
    Even though she is unspeakably hot, I just don’t have the energy to think of anything flirty or clever to say after thinking I was going to die tonight, and then having another house burn down on me. Not to mention the fact that I’m looking at another indefinite spree of cheap hotel rooms and bad TV. It may be better than high school, but it still seems kind of depressing.
     
    I steal another glance at where she’s laying on the opposite bed, the clingy cotton of her pants perfectly outlining the sleek muscles of her legs, and yup, I really shouldn’t have done that. My brain feels slow and fuzzy with fatigue, but my body’s not getting the message that Cali didn’t come to my room for a booty call. Is there any casual way I can pull a pillow across my lap?
     
    Probably not.
     
    My hoodie is tied around my waist and I shift like I’m finding a more comfortable position, managing to maneuver one of the hanging sleeves to where it covers the bump under my fly. I haven’t even kissed a girl since Bonnie and that’s just…not a headtrip I need to take tonight.
     
    Cali pushes to her feet and goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I try to pretend I can’t hear her peeing, but I think I’m still blushing a little bit when I hear the bathroom faucet shut off and she comes back out, drying her hands on a rough white towel.
     
    She props a hip against the doorframe and crosses her feet at the ankles, giving me a serious look that I’m starting to recognize as her “no bullshit” face.
     
    “You want me to go?” she asks. I smile because I kind of like that there’s no insecurity lurking behind the statement.
     
    “No,” I tell her honestly.
     
    She raises her eyebrows at me and lets her eyes do a slow, pointed revolution of the empty, silent room. I chuckle a little at her reaction, because I can’t help it, and tuck a hand behind my head as I relax against the headboard.
     
    “You said you wanted quiet,” I point out.
     
    Please, God, don’t let her be one of those girls who says that and then talks while like circular breathing or something so they never have to pause.
     
    “Ha!” The laugh leaps out of her throat like it surprised her, and she shoots the hotel towel back into the bathroom, landing it in a ball in the sink. “I like you, Jeremy Gilbert,” she says, dropping onto the bed she’s claimed as hers and pulling her messenger bag up next to her.
     
    I dodge a glance over at her. “Um, thanks?”
     
    “It’s late. Or early, whatever. Feel free to put on headphones and ignore me,” she says, pulling ear buds out of her bag and unwinding them from around a battered-looking iPod.
     
    “Can’t.” I grimace, thinking of my Sony studio-quality headphones. I bought them with the money I saved from working at the Grill, and then Elena replaced them after she burned our house down. “My iPod and my headphones were in the house when it went up.”
     
    Cali pauses in mid-movement. “You’re kidding.” She stops, and rolls her eyes. “Right. Not kidding. I was there.” She bites her lip. “At least your music is backed up to the Cloud, right? When I was in high school, my mom sold all my CD’s once and I nearly committed murder. In the first degree.”
     
    “Yeah, it’s backed up,” I tell her, trying to