He lets out a small laugh. “Because of my brother?” He tilts back his beer, taking a quick drink. “I know, Calla. I could feel it the last time we were together. You were there, but not really. Your head was back at the gym with Kyan. You care about Kyan. I’m not surprised. He’s a good guy. He deserves for you to care about him.”
“Yeah.” I say relieved. “He’s an amazing guy. Not that you aren’t . . .”
“I’m not too bad,” he says with a smile. “I’m definitely no Kyan though, right?”
“I’m sorry. It’s not . . .”
“I’m kidding.” He winks and pushes my leg, before gripping my knee and scooting closer to me. “You’re amazing and beautiful, Calla. You’re a good girl and I didn’t expect what we had to go past just one night of having fun. It’s just that I wanted to have sex with you so bad and for so long. I expected it to be once, but then it was so damn good that I let it keep going. It’s okay. No hard feelings.” He stops and brings my chin up, looking me in the eyes. “And Kyan? Have you told him how you feel? We haven’t talked much lately. He’s been shutting me out.”
I swallow back the hurt that rises in my chest at the thought of him walking away from both of us. I don’t want him to shut Hunter out and I hate him shutting me out too. That last kiss has been taunting me for days, reminding me of what I could have had. “Yeah.” I grab my glass and take a long, needed drink. “He doesn’t want to be with me. It’s not going to work out. It’s fine though. I’ll be fine. I told him that we had to be more or we had to stop talking. I did my part and he wanted none of it.”
He glances over my shoulder before grabbing my face and pressing his lips to mine, completely catching me off guard. Stiffening up, I try to push him away, but he only kisses me harder, making a show of it.
I push him again, finally separating our lips. “Hunter! What the hell . . .”
Out of nowhere, Kyan storms over like a maniac, slamming Hunter against the bar. Gripping his neck, he carefully pushes me backwards and closes the distance between them.
I throw my hand over my mouth in shock and jump off of my stool as Kyan starts to go off on Hunter.
“What the fuck? Don’t you ever fucking touch her like that again, asshole!” He slams him into the bar again, but harder this time, before releasing him and allowing Hunter to get back to his feet. “Stay the fuck away from her. You don’t give a shit about her and you know it.”
Hunter walks forward, getting in his face. “Why?” He walks into him so that their chests are touching. Both of them stand tall, neither backing down. “Does it bother you seeing her with someone else? Did it piss you off seeing my lips on hers? Huh?” Kyan pushes him backwards, but Hunter steps back in his face again. “Does it hurt thinking of her being with someone else?”
“It’s none of your fucking business, Hunter.” He gives him another shove toward the bar, causing everyone in the room to stare. “Just leave her alone before I fuck you up.” Kyan presses his finger into Hunter’s chest, shoving him backwards. “Is that why you called me down here, asshole?”
Hunter pushes Kyan’s hand away and shakes his head. “No, brother. I called you down here so I could open your fucking eyes. You’ve fallen for her, but you’ve been so set on keeping your heart closed off that you’ve been fighting it like a moron.” He gets in Kyan’s face, causing Kyan to steel his jaw as he listens to what Hunter has to say. “You needed to see that Calla doesn’t want me. Not like she wants you. That’s why I called you down here. So open your fucking eyes before it’s too late. I’m tired of seeing you alone and miserable. Fuck! It’s been three years now.”
Hunter turns away and slams back his beer, breathing hard in between gulps.
Kyan runs his hands through his hair, breathing heavily, until his eyes land on me. His breathing slowly evens out and his eyes fill with pain, as he looks me over from head to toe like he hasn’t seen me in months.
I want nothing more than to run into his arms and hold him, but I don’t. I know that I don’t have the right to do that, but I want it more than anything.
Looking at Hunter, Kyan grabs his beer out of his hand and tilts it back, looking him in the face. Then he slams the empty bottle down onto the bar. “I know,” he says.
“What?” Hunters asks, looking his brother over.
“That I fell for Calla.” He turns to me and grabs my face, looking me in the eyes. “I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. I’ve tried so damn hard, but it’s impossible.” He brushes his lips against mine before tangling his hands into the back of my hair and gently kissing me.