Free Jolted (Conflicted Encounters #1) by Alyne Roberts

was making me feel warm and light inside. I forgot what I was doing here in the first place.  
    "Maybe we don't need to pick a song," Ryder's voice came from behind us as he put an arm over each of us. We both leaned into his strong body as he led us back to the bar where we started. When we were both plopped on stools, he spun Scarlett around to look at her. "What's eating you?"  
    "Nothing," she said, shoving him back and grabbing my hand.  
    She pulled me off my stool before I could even catch up with their conversation. She stopped in between a few tables, lifted my hands above my head, and started moving to music I could barely hear. I moved with her and swayed my hips to the beat as well. Finally, the music was turned up louder.  
    I closed my eyes and danced to the music. Scarlett never let go of my hand and I couldn't tell if I was protecting her, or the other way around. Anytime someone came to join our little circle, we would move away. After a few dances in our own little world, large strong hands grabbed onto my shoulders.  
    "We need to go," a voice rasped in my ear. I could feel Ryder's breath brush down my neck and back, making me shiver.  
    "I don't wanna go," Scarlett whined. "You can't make me."
    "Yes, I can, and you don't want me to do that. Now, lets go," Ryder growled.  
    I nodded and pulled the oblivious Scarlett towards me. She stumbled into me and I almost went down with her. Ryder reached down and held us both steady. He led us both out to the front door where a black SUV was parked and waiting.
    "Yo! I know I said call me whenever you needed a ride, but it's been almost every night for the last few weeks, dude," the driver hollered to us.
    "Shut the fuck up," Ryder growled as he shoved Scarlett into the back seat. When he reached for me, I stepped back out of instinct. He put his hands down, so I stumbled my own way to the car and pulled myself in next to my new best friend. Ryder closed the door behind me and got into the passenger seat.  
    "Logan," the driver said, reaching his hand back to me.
    "Kallie," I responded, placing my hand in his. He reached it up to his lips and placed a kiss on the top of my hand.
    "Whore," Scarlett blurted from her fetal position in the seat next to me. We laughed and Logan pulled out of the bar's parking lot.  
    Before I knew it, we were already at the apartment. Logan got out of the car and climbed in the backseat to help Scarlett and I get out. Once we were both perched up against Ryder, our driver got back in his car and pulled away. Ryder helped both of us up the steps to the apartment. Both of us girls were laughing hysterically every time we missed a step, which was a lot. Ryder was patient and the trip up the steps took longer than it took for us to walk to the bar. We both flopped on the couch, laughing at each other and a clearly annoyed Ryder.
    "What? We can't have some fun, too?" Scarlett asked sarcastically. "You get plastered on a daily. For being my twin, you sure are an ass."
    "Just hush," Ryder waved her off while he went to the kitchen. He came back with two bottles of water and the bottle of pain pills. "You should take these now."
    I nodded and took one of the bottles and swallowed the pills. Memories of waking up on the floor in his bathroom came flashing back to my mind. I really hoped I didn't feel like that again tomorrow morning. Scarlett got up from the couch and stumbled toward her room.
    "Good night," she slurred and flopped belly first on her bed, the mattress squeaking under her. I snickered and shook my head at her. The movement made my head hurt a little and I held my head in my hands.
    "You good?" Ryder asked, touching my knee. I just shook my head. "You gonna be sick?"
    "No. I don't think so, anyway. Head hurts," I answered, looking back up into his face. I could see the concern there. His brown eyes were clear and locked on mine, looking for answers.
    "Do you want to sleep in my bed?" he asked. I raised my eyebrows. "I mean,