"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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It wasn't worth it, I realized, as I saw Kye's face the next day. The party was cool, it took a lot of garbage off my mind and left me with a clear goal; finding out who killed dad- and I had a lot of fun with Elle.
There wasn't even a hint of regret for kissing Jason, but it simply wasn't worth it. Kye'd shut closed like a shell again when I saw him in the library the next day, his body leaning back in a comfortable chair and his eyes shut.
I had no idea how to feel when I saw him. My body did, though, releasing flutters in my belly like it was daily business now.
His large hands rested on his abs, but his fingers twitched, as I threw my backpack on a desk loudly enough to wake him up if he was indeed sleeping. He wasn't. Both his eyes were open within a second, and his pupils narrowed at the sight of me.
"Good morning, Kye," I greeted him, sitting down.
He simply hummed, watching me taking out my homework.
It was Saturday and I had no school, nor assignments, but I was here to consult the internet about shifters and what their reason would be for killing a human, with a few books to cover it up. The librarian always threw strange glances at me once I was too obvious about my research; she probably wasn't one of them.
In all honesty, I'd expected Kye to be here. That's probably also why I'd chosen this place to escape my mother's tantrums about not having cigarettes. Partially. Maybe fully.
"You should've told me you were going to go out." His voice tried to be normal but was full of icy condemnation. "I'd kill someone to see you in a dress again."
That sounded sweet, but it was Kye's language for 'I'll kill the person you kissed'. Or was I being too entitled? Whatever. I just hoped he didn't mean 'only ask me about what you want to now' as in do not use the internet anymore.
"I'm sure you have a lively imagination." I typed in, 'shifters', to find nothing of use.
He shuffled closer with his chair, that rolled on little wheels, to lay his head in my neck and sniff me. My body froze. His ice-cold demeanor was even worse than it used to be. It towered over me like a large beast, ready to tear me to shreds.
But it felt warm, too. I was in duality about how to feel. Terrified? Or thrilled?
"Terrified," he answered for me, making me flinch up in my seat. I broke out in cold sweat as he pulled back and shook his head lightly. "You're such a tricky little female. One day you're good with me, the next you're off with someone else. I don't know what I'm supposed to think."
Something inside me snapped.
"Like you're so obvious about everything! And, whatever mate-bond, I'm still my own woman, yes?"
"Woman," he scoffed, as I fought the urge to bitch-slap him. "Calls herself a woman but is as childish as to deliberately try to get under my skin."
"Not everything's about you," I simply countered, dying to tell him I never thought of him once while making out with Jason, but that'd be a lie. And yes, I didn't want to lie just to hurt him.
