“I fucking am. If Lee wants to go trick or treating, then we’re going trick or treating.”
I turned to look at her. “Do you want to go princess?” I asked calmly.
She nodded eagerly. “But I don’t have a costume,” she said, pulling her lip into her mouth.
“Yeah you do,” I said, nudging her towards the staircase. “You don’t think I’d dress like this by myself? Go get your ass ready Tinkerbelle. Before all the good candy’s gone.” I shouldn’t have done it, but I gave her ass a little slap.
Lee squealed excitedly and rushed up the stairs with Cam hot on her heels.
I stood there motionless, watching her disappear at the top of the stairs. My heart was bursting with a million different emotions.
Derek slapped a hand on my shoulder. “You’re in deep trouble buddy.”
Didn’t I know it?
Lee
I didn’t think it was possible for me to love Kyle more than I already did. I was wrong. When Cam had opened the door and I’d seen Kyle dressed in that Peter Pan outfit, I thought my heart was going to explode.
He had done it for me. He made a complete idiot out of himself just to make me happy.
I had donned my Tinkerbelle costume and gone trick or treating with Kyle. We looked ridiculous knocking on doors looking for candy at our ages. But Kyle hadn’t seemed to care, so I hadn’t either. He had a knack of putting me at ease and I had known at that moment, while we stood outside a decorated house waiting for candy, that I would always be in love with Kyle Carter. It was all his fault.
Kyle had a way of turning my world inside out and upside down, blowing it to pieces and then putting it back together. It was a dangerous thing; to love a man who had the ability to destroy me. He had ruined me for every other man and I did not care. I would never want anyone, but him.
“I think we have enough candy to see us through until thanksgiving,” Kyle said when we reached our street. He was smiling and holding my hand as we walked towards our house. I loved that he was carefree tonight; usually he carried such a weight around.
“You’re just a big kid at heart aren’t you?” I mused, grinning up at him.
“Oh, I’m big all right,” he joked. “And strong too, you want to test that theory?” He winked and my mouth fell open. “Come on my little fairy, I’ll give you a ride home.” Kyle hunched down. “Hop on, you’re chariot awaits you.”
I giggled excitedly as I climbed on his back. “You know, I think that’s from Cinderella?” I said, wrapping my arms and legs around him.
He gripped under my thighs; his hands straying dangerously close to my butt.
“It sounded good though,” he chuckled, as he straightened his back. “Come on, spider monkey,” he said as he took off running.
I squealed and clutched him for dear life, “That one is definitely from Twilight. You have no originality Kyle Carter.”
We were still laughing when he opened the front door and stepped inside. My laughter died when I took in all the people in the house. One of Cam’s parties was in full swing. Kyle tensed; his hands fell from my thighs. I took that as my queue to get down. I wiggled down his back, as a voice broke through the loud music.
“Well isn’t this sweet, Peter Pan and his little fairy whore.”
I glared at Rachel from behind Kyles back. She was dressed as a slutty devil, with horns on her head and not a lot else on her body. The costume suited her. Evil bitch.
“It’s Halloween you know, you could have dressed up as something other than your usual evil self,” I said bravely. I’d had enough of Rachel and her nasty comments. I wasn’t about to let her ruin my perfect night with Kyle.
Rachel cut me a death glare and Kyle stiffened. “Lee, go upstairs now,” he said quietly, without meeting my eyes.
“Yeah Lee, run along now, this is a big girl’s party,” Rachel mocked.
“No, I want to stay with you,” I said, pulling on his hand. “Just ignore her.”
He jerked his hand away. “Please Lee, get out of here, I can’t be near you right now.”
Kyle exhaled harshly and ran his hand through his hair, knocking his feathered cap off in the process.
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.
“This is the way it has to be,” he said and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t bear to watch him walk away from me again. My stomach was twisting inside me and I focused on not throwing up.
When I opened eyes, Kyle was gone and Rachel was grinning deviously.
“I did warn you,” she said smugly. “He will always choose me.”
Chapter Twenty-seven