𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

KANE

"Reed!" She yells, kicking my door. I huff, tripping over my feet, quickly attempting to get ready. "Hurry the fuck up!"

"Okay! Okay, stop." She doesn't and instead continues banging on my door. I won't be surprised if she breaks it.

"Izzy!" I snap, yanking my door open, eyes playfully narrowing at the girl who's standing there with her hand floating mid air, scrunched in a fist.

"Hi." She mumbles innocently, rushing to put her hands behind her back and smiles.

"It's like you want to break my door." She doesn't answer and instead trails her eyes down my chest, a look casting over her eyes. My heartbeat increases, heart thumping against my ribcage.

Calm down, fool.

"Like what you see?" I smirk, crossing my arms, pretending to seem confident. She snaps out her daze, rolling her eyes dramatically, huffing as if she's fed up.

"Obviously I do— or otherwise I wouldn't be ogling."

Oh, how I love her blunt, truthful self.

"Now put on a shirt." Her eyes narrow, and she juts her hip out, crossing her arms. That encourages me to continue my 'bad boy' act.

"I distract you that much? I'm honored," I put a hand against my heart, a mock look on my face. "Really Izzy, thank you."

She silently stares at me, honey eyes analysing me slowly. And then—

"Oh, shut up!" She snorts, walking past me and to my wardrobe. "Here," she raises a grey shirt, "Wear this."

"Do these bad boys make you wet." I make my pecs dance, causing her to fall over and laugh. Hands clutching her stomach, she struggles to form a sentence.

Bad boys— What? I don't even know.

"No— please— just stop."

I laugh, snatching my shirt from the floor and doing her a favor by putting it on. "Happy?"

I love her smile. It's my favorite thing to see in the mornings and even better knowing only I get to see this side of her.

"Very." Izzy is still laughing. So hard, I'm pretty sure there's tears in her eyes. "H—how did you do that? Since when?" She gasps out, wiping her eyes and following me out my room, tapping my shoulder with her palm to get my attention.

"For a while I guess." I shrug, helping myself to the cookies she baked last night. Delicious.

"Really?" I nod in response, chuckling at her next words.

"Why'd wait so long to show me!" She stomps her foot, whining.

I love when Izzy bakes. They're so fucking good— not me being biased at all. She genuinely enjoys baking in her free time. Lucky for me, I get to eat all the shit she makes.

Sweet, mouth watering, tasty, 'shit'.

"Never knew you'd be so interested." I lean my arms on the counter, sending her a cocky grin. I have no idea how I'm keeping it together. Everything she's doing right now is making me crazy. The way she's looking at me is not helping my morning wood at all.