Page 78 of Kaine

“Kaine,” she says, not taking any of my shit.

“I really don’t know, Jade. Maybe it was at first sight, maybe it was when I saw you jump up onto the couch and scold a blanket.” The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“What are you talking about?”

“Um, that first night you squatted here, the next morning? You woke up, and jumped onto the couch and threw the blanket on the floor.”

There’s a pause as she rifles through her memory. “How could you have possibly known that?”

“Um.” Shit.

“Kaine, how? Have you been... watching me?”

There’s really no way of denying it at this point. “I have. I have security cameras all over my office and apartment. So yes.”

“Oh my God!” she exclaims and pulls out of my arm and sits up staring at me. “What else did you see?”

I cringe. It’s not that I’m hiding it from her, I had just hoped to break it to her at another time. “I also saw you dancing in an apron, making pork chops.

“Ugh,” she covers her face as a blush rises up her cheeks. “And?”

“And... I saw you... not being repulsed when you saw my scar.”

She drops her hands from her face and looks at me. “I wasn’t.”

“I know,” I reach out for her, and she hesitates for a moment before falling back against me. “I also notice you were too busy looking at something else.”

“Shush. We’re not done talking about this yet.”

“Fine.”

“And I did like what I saw.”

“Perv,” I tease her, nuzzling her neck.

“That’s not what I meant, creep!” she giggles.

“I know. Go to sleep.”

And we do.