Unwinding my legs, I turn around in my seat so he can shut my door. Once it closes, I hold my hand to my face. Holy monkey balls. Wow. When did you grow a pair Sydney? Giggling I hold my face which is now burning with embarrassment.
He opens his door and starts chuckling when he sees my expression. Jerk.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He motions for me to scoot over. Setting my purse on the other side of me, I slide over to the middle seat. His hand goes to my lap and curls around my leg. Heat shoots to my nether regions at the closeness of his hand. Breathe, Sydney.
I’ve never been touched there by anyone else but me.
With Kane’s hand on my leg and the warm Texas air flowing through the cab as we head to my house, everything feels right in this world.
Chapter Six
Twenty minutes later, we pull up in front of my house. Grabbing my purse, I dig through it to find my keys. Kane jumps out and pulls me out of his door. Smiling, I bite my lip as he lifts me down. His hand goes to my back as he escorts me to my front door.
Unlocking my door, I turn to Kane. I really don’t want this night to end. Nervously, I ask,
“Would you like to come in?”
“Sure, sweetheart.” He smiles and leans forward. Closing my eyes, I prepare for the kiss.
Raising up slightly on my toes, the sound of the door opening has me popping one eye open.
“What are you doing?” Kane chuckles.
“Meanie.” I smack his chest and walk into my house.
“Want to watch a movie?” I motion toward the stack of DVDs.
“Sure.” He sits down on the couch.
“I’m going to change into my jammies, and I’ll be back.” Walking up the steps, I go to my room. Spotting some grey sweats on top of the dresser, I sit on the bed to pull off my skinny jeans. Lifting my top over my head, I grab Ethan’s old Marines shirt and slip it on before walking back downstairs.
Kane looks up as I walk down the stairs. Smiling, I tuck a piece of hair behind my ears. “What do you want to watch?”
He shrugs his shoulders before answering, “I don’t care.”
Going to the DVDs, I pick up a new scary movie that just released. Showing it to him, I ask, “Is this okay?” He nods his head.
Popping it into the player, I grab the remote. When I turn around, Kane is still looking at me. Nervousness pits at the bottom of my stomach.
Shuffling to the couch, I sit on the other end of it. His arm is resting on the back of the couch. He stares at me with an amused expression. Shrugging my shoulders, I settle farther into my seat.
“Baby, get your ass over here.” He smirks at me.
Crossing my arms across my shoulders, I lean farther back into my side of the couch. “Sydney?”
“Yes, Kane,”
“Over here, or I’m coming to get you.”
Shaking my head, no, I pull my feet up under me. My eyes never leave Kane. In a blink of an eye, he is standing up and walking over to me. Gulping, I press my back to the back of the couch.
He wedges his arms under my knees and behind my back, lifting me up before he sits down in my spot with me in his lap.
One arm wrapped around me and one resting on my leg, I stare up at him. My eyes wander to his lips. Looking down, I rest my head against his chest snuggling in. He wraps both arms around me holding me close.
I’m not used to his. I dated but this feel different. Him just holding me I am overcome with his smell, warmth, and the security his arms bring. Safe. Secure.
Kane
Sydney is sound asleep in my arms. She sank into me and never moved. Letting out a deep breath, I lean my head against the couch. I’m surprised she didn’t run out of the diner with her tail on fire after hearing my story.
My life sucked, there’s no other way to say it. Every day I came home from school and picked her lifeless body off the floor. With her lying in her own vomit, I expected her to be dead every time I got home.
I should have left, but it wasn’t that simple. No matter what she did to me or what she didn’t do, I still loved her. She was still my mother somewhere deep down inside of her.
Fifteen years old, I came home late from school. She was lying there with an empty needle beside her. I knew something was wrong instantly. I was used to seeing her like that, but something was different.
Her skin was pasty and her lips were blue. I touched her arm, and it was ice cold. Looking at her chest I saw no movement, and I knew that my mother was dead. I walked to a neighbor’s house and called an ambulance, but I didn’t wait for them. I didn’t want to be a ward of the state, so I ran, and I lived on the streets until I was eighteen. I went to high school, lived in the baseball dug out for three years, and nobody knew. Enlisting in the Marines was the best thing that ever happened to me. I miss my mom even though she didn’t care about me. The memories as a kid had me hanging out for the hope she wouldn’t be like that again.