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I’ve heard rumors about the secret societies on campus, but it didn’t feel like a real thing to me. Sure, it was fun to think about something like that possibly existing at my school, but its very nature is cloak and dagger shit that I never expected to encounter personally.
“If they’re not in one, then why were they doing a ritual like that tonight?” I ask.
“Because they’re copycats who couldn’t stand being left out of something exclusive. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but Kyle’s not well acquainted with the word no.”
I shrug a bit self-consciously. “This was the first time I ever really hung out with him. I don’t know him that well. I thought it being a public place would be safer than a one-on-one date, I never imagined…”
I never imagined he had such evil intentions.
To my surprise, he just shakes his head and says, “Don’t beat yourself up. You couldn’t have known. I am curious, though… Obviously the guy knew you were a virgin…”
My face warms with embarrassment. “He may have… jokingly—I thought—asked about my body count.”
He stares at me. “Your body count.”
His dry reiteration embarrasses me even more. “I know it sounds douchey…”
“Because it is absolutely fucking douchey.”
“But he didn’t seem… I don’t know, it sounds stupid now.”
He shakes his head. “If a man ever asks you that question, he better be asking how many people you’ve killed. Only a fucking loser would ask that otherwise.”
“Well, I’m never dating again, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
He smirks, dropping his towel.
I gasp, spinning around as fast as I can.
My heart hammers in my chest as I hear him stepping into his sweats. “Do you have a body count?” I ask, my voice a tad unsteady.
His tone light, he answers, “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He knows that’s not what I’m asking, but I guess I wouldn’t share something like that with a total stranger, either.
“You can turn back around.”
I do, but I have to work to keep my eyes on his face because while he put sweats on, he’s still shirtless, and his finely chiseled body beckons my eyes to behave rudely.
“Hypothetically, if I were to accept your invitation to stay here tonight—”
“Not an invitation,” he interrupts idly.
“—Do you have, like, a guest room I could stay in?”
“I have a nice big bed,” he states, his gaze locked on mine.
My stomach bottoms out at the mere idea of lying there next to him all night. As if I would ever be able to fall asleep.
“And a nice comfy couch that you would nobly sleep on to make me more comfortable?” I ask hopefully.
He smirks. “No. Now, you gonna finish patching me up or what?”
Chapter Nine
Killian
I tell Brynn to take a shower after she’s done caring for the cuts on my back.
