She stares at me long enough that I’m sure she can tell I’m lying, but instead of calling me out on it, she reaches forward—past the new bottle Jazzi had brought for her—and grabs mine, lifting it to her mouth as she takes a slow sip, eyes locked on me the entire time.
There’s no way she did that by accident.
No, that was very much deliberate.
Every second of it.
I swallow hard and wait until she sets it back down before I pick it back up and drink from it without wiping the rim. Her cheeks flush instantly and her eyes drop to my mouth.
Is she thinking about the kiss? Because I am.
I hadn’t planned on doing it, it sort of just happened. I’d walked in angry that she got stood up, and became even angrier when I saw the same asshole laughing about it inside the bar I told her to meet me at.
I wanted him to see what he’d missed out on.
I wanted him to know she could have anyone else.
But the second my mouth touched hers, it stopped being about Brandon. It felt like a cosmic explosion. Like the world blinked out and left only the two of us standing in it in our own little micro-universe.
Pulling away had taken more restraint than I care to admit, because all I wanted to do was wrap her up in my arms, and go home, straight to my bed. Any second longer and I wouldn’t have been able to hold back for the sake of our friendship.
“Ready to get out of here?” she asks, her voice lower than usual.
Her gaze dips to my lap where my pants have started to tent, and I quickly readjust myself, leaning forward against the bar.
It’s fucking humiliating being a man sometimes.
“Give me five minutes,” I mutter.
She scoffs. “Sounds about right.”
I slowly turn, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean by that?”
A wicked smile curves her mouth as she traces one finger around the rim of her bottle. “I’m pretty sure that’s how long you lasted that night we hooked up.”
My brows shoot up and I sit straighter, forgetting about hiding anything.
“You know damn well that’s a lie, Kairi,” I say, grabbing her stool and dragging her toward me.
She bites back a smile. “Maybe it only felt longer to you,” she says, turning to face me. “Concussion and all.”
“Concussion or not, I had you in my bed half the night,” I say, leaning in closer. “More than once.”
Jazzi freezes mid-wipe, giving us a disgusted look as she mutters something under her breath, and walks to the far end of the bar. Kairi presses her lips together, but a laugh slips out anyway.
“I don’t know,” she says slowly, turning to face the bar. “I might need a reminder.”
That knocks every coherent thought out of my head, and all I can do is stare at her while I try to collect myself.
“You want to fuck?” I ask, lowering my voice. “I mean, are you saying you want to fuckme? Right now?”
She nods, but it’s not good enough.
“I want to hear you say it, Kai.”
She turns to face me again, cheeks flushed, hands gripping the stool as she leans in close enough for her lips to brush my ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Colton.”
