Nash’s face tightened with worry. “What the hell did you do, Creek? You kill someone?”
Was it bad of me to think that would’ve probably bothered me less than kissing Heath? I’d killed before, and I’d survived—though the first guy I ever killed in combat had given me nightmares for a long time. “No. Worse.”
“Fuck, Middleton, what on god’s green earth did you do?”
I hung my head. “Let’s go inside.”
I took my time making my way to the house and then inside, but Nash was patient as always. He poured me a glass of water, sent Bean out of the kitchen so no one would overhear, and then sat at the kitchen table across from me.
“So…” I cleared my throat. “I did something really, really stupid.”
“That much I’ve gleaned, yes. Spit it out, Creek.”
“I-accidentally-kissed-someone.”
He blinked. “Come again?”
“I kissed someone. By accident.”
Nash frowned. “Not what I was expecting. Also, I need more details because how the fuck do you kiss someone by accident? Did you fall and your mouth hit theirs? Did you bump into each other and somehow lock lips? What?”
He hadn’t specified a gender. I didn’t know why I even noticed, considering how panicked I was, but I did. He should’ve saidsheandher, but he hadn’t. Had he already noticed something I hadn’t even been aware of myself?
“I kissed Heath. The guy from PT.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Now I owe Tameron twenty bucks.”
My eyes went wide. “You fuckingbeton me?”
Nash waved his hands. “Tameron said you were hot for the surfer dude. I said no way ’cause you’re the straightest guy I’ve ever met.”
“I don’t know what I am.”
“Trust me, if you wanted to kiss him, you’re not straight.”
“I was really annoyed with him.”
“Yeah, still not straight.”
“It was either kiss him or wring his neck.”
Nash leaned over the table and put his hand on top of mine in one of those casually affectionate gestures that always made me all warm and fuzzy on the inside. “I hate to break it to you, Sergeant, but that’s still not a valid explanation. Wanting to kiss someone means attraction, and since Heath is a man, that makes you not straight. Simple biology.”
“Whatever. That’s not what has me upset.”
“Then what is it?”
I took a deep breath, mentally bracing myself. “I didn’t wait for his consent.”
“Oh, fuck. You kissed him against his will?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say against his…” I cringed under Nash’s gaze. “I kinda did, yeah. He was furious with me.”
Nash leaned back, his gaze ice-cold. “Start at the beginning ’cause I need to know the whole story.”
And so I told him everything, feeling myself grow smaller and smaller as I continued until I’d confessed the whole ugly truth.
Nash tapped his fingers on the table. “Has he ever given you any indication he’s attracted to you?”
