I nodded and he left leaving me and Kelton alone. He had settled back onto the bed, his cellphone in hand. The look on his face turned pensive as I took a seat.
“What?”
“It’s Paul. Apparently, Chyna stayed behind.”
I rolled my eyes. “Y’all are talking again?”
“Stop,” Kelton’s voice turned stony.
I stood up then, remembering everything that had happened. “I don’t even know why I came here.”
“Yes, you do,” he stated. “You heard I might be hurt…”
“And you’re not!” I threw up my hands.
“Have you heard from Chyna?”
“Really?”
“Well…”
“Hell no, Kelton, I haven’t. And I hope I never hear from her again.”
He sighed. “Can we talk?”
“About you lying?”
He was out of the bed in an instant. I forgot how fast he could be sometimes. I was pulled up and out of the seat in an instant and pinned against the wall. His mouth was there, close to mine, and the heat was still there between us.
Ugh, he’s too goddamned good looking,I thought.
Not that good looking, not good looking enough to make me forget…
“We didn’t tell you,” he said. “Or Paul because it happened back in college.”
His mouth was hovering so close to mine it was hard to focus on his words. The room seemed to finally go still and stop spinning just a little bit. Kelton was the focal point.
He gently lifted my chin to make me meet his eyes and the heat from his hands was unmatched.
“You know, you seem fine for someone who was in a car accident,” I mumbled.
“I’m here for observation,” he murmured. “But listen…the shit with Chyna was ages ago. A one-time thing….my dumb ass taped it. I taped myself having sex all the time back then.”
“What…why? Never mind why…you still lied.”
“Okay, I lied. We lied to you…but it never meant anything. That night that it happened, I was coming by to tell you about Henry and the rumor I’d made up. I was drunk off my ass when I ran into Chyna crying over the breakup with Paul…we went back to my dorm room…”
“And the filming?”
He shook his head. “Paranoia, my dad….he was very much about me making it to the pros. If a girl cried rape.”
“Gross,” I murmured.
He was too close, and I wanted to cave in.
“Do you think you’d ever be able to forgive us?”
I pulled a huge amount of air into my lungs and released it. My hands inched against his chest and with a gentle ease pushed him away.
