“Just now.”
I mean, yeah. Sorta. But it’s not like I was malicious about it. “Okay. I lied.” But he’s blowing things out of proportion here. “Do you want to know what time I ate dinner or how many times I went to the bathroom?” Am I supposed to give you a play-by-play for every hour of my day? Geez.
He turns in his seat and his honey-colored eyes level me with a look I’ve never seen from him before. He’s angry. No. Angry doesn’t cover it. He lookspissed.
“No. But it would’ve lessened the blow if you’d been honest with me.”
“About what?” Why is he being so dumb about this?
“About getting together with the asshole I’d just told you was my brother. You swore you wouldn’t say anything to him and then you go and do me like that. I thought we were cool, Kasey. That you were different.”
His angry words hover between us and I’m so stunned by his expression and the complete and utter look of betrayal on his face that it takes my mind a few extra seconds to realize he’s not mad I slept with Dominique and didn’t tell him. He thinks I spilled his secrets.
I open my mouth to explain. To assure him, I didn’t tell Dominique anything. I wouldn't do that. But his next words have me snapping my mouth closed.
“Guess I was wrong. You’re just as twisted and fucked up as his family is. No wonder you two get along. Birds of a feather…”
Fly together.
A stab of guilt pierces my chest. “I didn’t say anything.” My voice cracks.
Deacon’s upper lip curls in disgust and he turns back to the front of the room.
“I’m serious. I wouldn’t do that, I swear. He has no idea about you two, you know…”
He gives me a withering look.
“… being related.”
Scrutinizing me with his gaze, I wait on pins and needles for his final verdict. I don’t know how he figured out Dom was with me last night, but the more I think about it, the quicker I realize we didn’t take any extra precautions.
I assumed I only had to worry about one of the other girls walking in on us or seeing him on his way out. As long as those two bases were covered, we were in the clear. At least, I thought we were.
“His ride was at your place all night,” he said. “Parked right next to your Subaru.”
Shit. That was stupid.
“It’s not what you think.”
“You’ve said that already.”
Well, it seemed worth repeating.
“Why was he there? If you want me to believe you didn’t call him over the second I left your place, answer me that.”
The surrounding seats fill with the bodies of our classmates as the clock ticks closer to the start of class. He already thinks I’m sleeping with him. Might as well just admit to it already.
“He didn’t come over until late. Like really late.” I wiggle my brows, hoping he gets my meaning without making me say it out loud.
“Your point?”
He’s not going to make this easy on me. Awesome. “And when a guy goes to a girl’s place at an unreasonable hour, he’s usually only there for one thing.”
Come on, Deacon. You’ve called me out on it before. Put two and two together here.
I’m making every hint, hint, and wink, wink, expression that I can, and he’s still looking at me like he’s pissed and has no clue what I’m trying to suggest.
“We fucked,” I hiss. “There. Happy?”
