“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said. The timbre of his voice was low, and grave. Threatening.
“No,” I replied. “That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t a game. Not anymore. I’m done.”
I lifted what was left of the rose stems, and Reid’s hand flew out. He gripped my forearm, and pried them from my aching hand before I could do anymore damage.
“I think it’s time you left,” said Reid. “You’ve made your point.”
I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell he wasn’t impressed with my outburst. That was too bad, because I felt like it was long overdue. I should have done it years ago, but I was too afraid, and to be honest, a little too blinded by the way my body seemed to respond when Dane was close by.
“Good,” I replied.
Dane’s jaw ticked, and he looked ready to retaliate. I wasn’t going to give him the chance, so I turned on my heel, aware that all eyes were on us, and walked out of the cafeteria with faux confidence. It wasn’t until I was outside that I took my first real breath of air. Even through the glass windows I could feel Dane’s eyes on my back.
Walking away left an odd feeling in my gut. Part of me felt liberated, and I told myself I should have done it a long time ago. But the other part of me was afraid that it was really over. What I couldn’t understand was why the second part bothered me more than the first.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dane
MY EYES ROAMED the length of Kennedy’s body as I watched her walk out of the cafeteria. She was furious, whereas I was an imbalanced combination of pissed, and turned on. I was a bastard, I knew that, but my body clearly didn’t get that memo. Either that, or my dick ignored the fucking post-it that read ‘Kennedy Monroe doesn’t make you hard!’
The sound of my heart’s volatile thump-thump drowned out all other sounds, and in my mind I tried to piece together what had just happened.
“That girl needs help,” muttered Amy. I didn’t bother acknowledging her comment. She didn’t know Kennedy, or anything about our situation, and her opinion meant shit to me.
She was a tall, voluptuous redhead who I’d met last year during one of my architecture classes. We’d fooled around a few times, and for the last few days she’d been hanging around more and more. Until now it hadn’t been a problem, but I didn’t do exclusivity or ‘clingy’.
“C’mon, baby. Let me take care of those cuts,” she said. That nasal thing she did with her voice in an attempt to sound cute was annoying as fuck, and I remembered why I liked having her mouth bound shut when we had sex.
Looking down at where her hand rested on my arm, I saw the marks left on my skin. They were red, and angry, and a few of them had even started to bleed a little. Kennedy had a mean swing, but when I bought the flowers for her, I didn’t anticipate that she’d use them to attack me. What had I expected though? That she’d just forgive me, and pretend it never happened? Yeah right.
The noise levels rose, and everyone in the cafeteria had returned to whatever it was they were doing before Kennedy showed up. Except for me. My mind was on constant replay – her green eyes darkened. Pause. Is that what she looked like when she was on the brink of coming? Play. Her mouth opened and her lips moved with every expletive thrown my way. Pause. I knew what those lips tasted like. Sweet, soft, and smooth. What would they look like wrapped around my –
“Dane, hello?”
Amy’s nasal voice interrupted the visual party going on in my head, and I had to refrain from letting out an audible groan. Her timing was impeccable though. The last thing I wanted was to imagine those kinds of things about Kennedy of all people.
“Leave it,” I said, pulling my arm away. “I’ll clean it up later.”
I caught Reid’s eye, and saw that he was just as taken aback by what Kennedy had done as what I was. She’d never fought back before, and I wasn’t going to admit to him that I liked it.
“You okay?” He asked. He discarded what was left of the rose stems, and kicked away the petals on the floor.
“Yeah. I think I’m going to head home, and get cleaned up before we head out to Billy’s.”
I wasn’t in the mood to go out anymore, but going to a bar was more appealing than sitting at home brooding.
“I’ll see you in a while,” he replied. “I have a call to make.”
That was his way of saying ‘I’m calling Jade’.
He grabbed his bag from the floor, and weaved his way through the tables to the exit, his phone already at his ear. Maybe now that him and Jade were talking again he wouldn’t be so damn temperamental. It felt like I’d been living with a hormonal woman since Saturday, and I’d be happy to have Reid back to normal again.