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“Thank you, Drew, I really appreciate… everything.” He gives me a curt nod and a small smile before opening the door and before I think better of it, I hug him once more, basking in the way his arms fit around me, the way his body feels against mine and wondering if things were different if I couldn’t fall for a man like him.
“No problem,” he whispers, his breath wisping across my neck and when I pull back, looking up at him, I do something stupid.
I kiss him.
The moment his lips touch mine, everything changes. Every dark feeling I had is whisked away with the taste of his lips against mine and I grasp at his neck, needing more. Yet before I can savor the feeling of him against me, he pulls away, a war raging in his gaze, and he steps farther and farther away from me.
“You should go,” he mutters, not making eye contact and it’s then I realize what I just did and shame floods over me.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper before I run out the door, across our shared driveway, and back inside my house, where I slam my door and tightly close my eyes.
What the hell just happened?
Drew
It’s been three days since Kate kissed me. Three days of me wondering what she’s doing, how she’s doing, and if I should check on her. The kiss has burned itself into my memory and now whenever I think about her, all I do is imagine what the rest of her body would taste like, what she would feel like riding me while I kiss every inch of her skin. I’ve picked up and put down my phone so many times that even Cash would tell me to just call her before it becomes pathetic. I’ve even sat at my front window waiting to see her but never have, and I’m starting to wonder if she’s avoiding me.
I wouldn’t blame her. I haven’t exactly hidden the fact that I hated her, or that being around her wasn’t on my priority list. But something’s changed these past few weeks since she moved in. I’m starting to see a different side of her and I’m beginning to wonder if maybe I was wrong.
I’m sitting on my couch flipping through channels when there’s a knock at the door. A part of me wants it to be Kate so I can figure out what the hell is going on between us, but when I open my front door, I see my sister. She has an armload of snacks, a six-pack of beer, and a movie in her hand. Addison looks exactly like me with her blonde hair and light eyes, but over the years, she’s done little things to change that, like piercing her nose, getting sleeve tattoos, and most recently dying the ends of her hair bright pink.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as she pushes past me and heads straight toward the kitchen. I’m teasing her since we do this movie night once every week. “Don’t you have other friends... a job, maybe?”
“I do, but they’re not as much fun to bother as you.” She sticks her tongue out as she sets out her buffet of sweets. “I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got a bit of everything,” she admits, throwing me a can of my favorite beer.
We’ve had these movie nights ever since Mom died. It started because I wanted to make sure she was doing okay while also making sure she wasn’t getting herself into trouble, and so spending a whole night a week together usually allowed me to figure out some tidbits of her life. Eventually, it became a routine, and we haven’t stopped.
“What movie did you bring?”
She shows me The Hangover and I roll my eyes.
“Please just promise me you won’t comment on how gorgeous Bradley Cooper looks throughout the whole thing.”
She shrugs as if she refuses to promise me anything of the sort.
“Fine, but I get the entire bag of Twizzlers all to myself.”
She stands still, tilting her head to the side as if contemplating if it’s a fair trade, and she must agree because she throws me the bag and heads into the living room.
“How are you and Kate?” she asks, plopping down on the far side of the couch as I get the movie set up.
How are we? I have no idea. After the other night, I don’t know what to think anymore. Having her lips on mine sent something very new and very electric pulsing through my system and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since she ran out of my place.
“We’re good,” I mutter, taking a swig of my beer and hoping I can change the subject.
“Good? What does that even mean? Have you seen her lately?”
I guess I’m not so lucky.
“What about you?” I divert, hoping this works. “Are you seeing anyone?”
I’ve asked this question many times and every time the answer’s been no, but this time I see that hint of a blush creep up her cheeks, and I know she’s hiding something.
“You are, aren’t you?”
She shakes her head, avoiding eye contact.
“Who is he?” I ask, turning toward her and staring her down. This always used to work when we were kids, and the longer I stare, the more cracks I see in her veneer.
