Me:Why do you hav to so hot?
Kenton:Where are you?
Me:da clubs lol
Kenton:What club?
Me:I wants to kis you all ovr
Kenton:Dammit, tell me where you are.
Me:I asj Tara shesnice.
Kenton:I’m on my way.
Me:howz that
Me:Yoi kisz god
Kenton:Go to the bar and ask for water.
Me:Tequeda is like watber
Kenton:Baby, I need you to find somewhere to sit down until I get there.
Me:Sitty with a nicews guy
Kenton:Where’s Tara?
Me:herre
Kenton:Parking now.
I close my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek hard, trying not to cry from embarrassment. I’m never drinking again.
Chapter 4
Not My Ass!
After I readthe text messages in the bathroom, I try to sneak back into my bedroom, planning to hide out until it’s time to go to Viv’s house for dinner. Unfortunately, as soon as I make it back into my room, Kenton knocks on the door.
I think about not answering, but I don’t want to be mean after he so obviously took care of me the night before. As soon as I tell him to come in, he pushes the door open, carrying a cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other. I don’t know how to react to him being sweet. Since the day I met him, things have been a roller coaster, and I’m not someone who likes amusement parks.
“I want you to try to eat something,” he says, walking around the bed.
“Thanks, and thank you for taking care of me last night,” I tell him, taking the coffee from his hand as he sets the bagel down on the bedside table.
“How’s your head?”
“Better. Thanks for the Tylenol.”
“You’re welcome.”
The small smile he gives me has my eyes dropping to his mouth. I take in his face, the scruff along his jaw, and the way his hair hangs, touching the collar of his shirt.
“You need to shave,” I blurt and look away, but my eyes go back to him when his laugh hits my ears.
“You think so?” he asks, rubbing his hand along his jaw. I want to lean forward and touch his face to see what it feels like against my skin. “You might like it,” he mumbles, his eyes dropping to my thighs.
