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She shakes her head as I park.
Another secret between us.
Another first.
My heart beat drums against my chest. She’s going to be the death of me. I want all of her firsts. What is it about her that has me needing to consume her while wanting to shred her to pieces in the process?
Chapter Thirteen
Dust motes float through the air, creating a halo around Kyson’s head as they settle, but we both know he is far from being an angel.
“What happened to this place?” I glance around, fighting the urge to sneeze due to the dust and who knows what else.
“Basement kept flooding. Pastor went to jail.”
“To jail?”
“Was having an affair with one of the members of his youth group. Knocked her up and killed her to protect his secret. His reputation.”
“That’s terrible.”
He hands me a bottle of red Gatorade. “To help with the taste.” He takes a couple of pills.
I should ask what they are, but I don’t.
The truth is, I could do with some mind numbing myself. I don’t have a clue what to do about this Matt situation. He swears nothing is going on with him and that girl, but deep in my heart of hearts, I can sense he’s lying to me, like I am him.
Perhaps lying is the wrong word. But an omission of guilt is the same thing I suppose. I haven’t told him about whatever is happening between Kyson and me. Except I don’t even know what to call it. Are we friends? Are we enemies? The lines are blurred.
I take a drink of the vodka and Gatorade. He was right. It masks that terrible taste, but it still burns going down my throat. Heat settles in my belly and coats my cheeks. I take a seat on one of the pews, still in good repair, as Kyson lights some candles, giving the eerie room a warm glow. The scent of mildew permeates the room, as the candles serve no purpose other than providing dim lighting.
The heat of his gaze penetrates my senses. Electricity crackles in the room between us. Doesn’t it always seem to, though? He crosses the room, sitting next to me. His thigh presses to mine, setting my skin ablaze. Kyson smells of sweat, smoke, and fresh cut grass as he presses closer to me.
“What’s with the shirt?”
“I borrowed it from your closet because I saw the school mascot on it. I didn’t realize it had your number on it or that it belonged to Britney. And no, I wasn’t snooping in your room.”
“You didn’t nose around, not even a little bit? Look under my bed for my skeletons?”
“Nope. I didn’t have time.”
“Ah, now that I believe. You’ve royally pissed Britney off, you know.”
“Oh, believe me, she was sure to show me in front of the whole band and pep section.” I grin and he throws his head back, roaring with laughter. I love when he laughs like this. Real and carefree.
Our gazes lock and a swarm of bees swirls in the pit of my stomach.
Slow as dripping honey, his face inches closer to mine. His breath fans over my lips, and I close my eyes in anticipation of his kiss. It’s all wrong, immoral even, but Kyson has this strange effect on me. One that makes me forget every bad thing he’s ever said or done when his lips touch mine. Subtle yet dominating, prodding his tongue along the seam of lips, he demands entrance. Our tongues meet and I lean into him, desperate for whatever he wants to do to me.
The world disappears and I fade into him. There’s only us in the bubble of this abandoned church. The low glow of the candlelight. The soft pattering of rain against the roof. Creepy yet romantic. Thunder rumbles right over us and I jump.
Kyson laughs and pulls away to take a drink and I do the same.
My body hums with excitement and warmth as I take another sip. “I don’t understand you,” I tell him.
“I’m a complicated guy.”
“You can say that again.”
