The Line Between(65)

“Yeah,” I replied. “Let’s get out of here.”

What I wanted to do was go straight to Kennedy’s, but that would have looked suspicious.

“You can’t just end things,” said Amy. Her mouth twisted like she’d eaten something sour. “We’re going to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about Amy. You can’t end something that never started.”

She said something but I was too busy taking my phone out to text Kennedy to pay attention. I was done with her. I had been since the night Kennedy burst into my apartment, and interrupted my party. I hadn’t touched Amy, or any other girl for that matter, since then.

I tapped away at my screen as I followed Reid to his Range Rover.

Everything okay?

I waited for her response and climbed into the passenger seat. Reid was already pulling out of the lot when my phone finally beeped with an incoming text.

Who is this?

Ouch.

Obviously Kennedy hadn’t saved my number after I used her phone to call mine.

Dane.

Seconds passed.

Oh. Yeah, everything’s good. Have a good night.

I scowled at the screen.

She’s dismissing me?

I typed back.

See you later?

I waited, realizing that I was holding my breath.

Those three dots appeared on my screen as Kennedy typed.

I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have to go. X

She was dismissing me, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all.

“Why are you looking at your phone like that?” Asked Reid. I was so absorbed with my phone that I’d almost forgotten he was next to me.

“Nothing,” I replied. I pocketed my phone, and leaned my head against the headrest. Reid remained quiet, and I think we were both content with the quiet.

We’d been at the pub with the rest of our team for over two hours. It was late, and I was tired. I was also pissed, and not the drunk kind. I tried not to worry about Kennedy, and why she’d brushed me off, but it was all that I could think about. It was driving me crazy, and I really only saw one solution.

She was going to see me whether she wanted to or not.





CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Dane

I DIDN’T BOTHER letting Kennedy know I was on my way. If I had, she probably would have locked her door. Reid had had too much to drink, so I drove us home, and when I was sure he was asleep, I snuck next door. Jade and Ashley’s doors were both closed and there were no sounds coming from the inside of their apartment. Kennedy’s door creaked slightly, but I managed to get inside her bedroom without waking anyone up.

Her room was dark, but I could still make out her sleeping form in the center of her bed. She was a sound sleeper, and always ended up curling into herself. Subconsciously I thought it was a defense mechanism, a symbol of how she kept herself guarded, but I’d come to realize that the only time she wasn’t guarded was when she was asleep.

Her hair was fanned out on the pillow holding her head, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. She pursed her lips, and her brows puckered. I stopped next to her bed, expecting her to wake up, but she just rolled on to her back. She was dreaming.

I smiled when I saw she was wearing one of the shirts I’d accidentally left here in the last few days. I liked seeing her in them, maybe a little too much. But I didn’t want to think about that now. I didn’t want to think about anything, let alone what it was that we were doing.

I did however want to ask her what was up with her dismissal earlier, and I contemplated waking her up, but in the end, I just wanted to watch her.

Creeper.

I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. Creeper or not, nothing was going to stop me from touching her tonight. After removing all my clothes, except my briefs, I slid into the bed behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist without waking her.

“Dane,” she whispered. I stilled, thinking she was awake, and waited for her to flip out at me for being on her bed. But she didn’t.

“Oh,” she sighed. “Yesss.”

My eyes widened, and I leaned over her to get a look at her face. She was definitely dreaming, and by the sounds of it she was dreaming about me.

“Ahhh,” she exhaled. She arched her back, and her nipples hardened beneath my shirt.

Holy.

Shit.

Kennedy was having a wet dream.

About me.

Fuck.

How did a guy ever react to that?

I could’ve left it, and just let her dream, but not only was I getting hard, I also had the ridiculous urge to…laugh?

A choked snort burst from mouth, and Kennedy startled awake. Her cheeks were flushed, illuminated by the sliver of moonlight coming from through her slightly parted curtains. I had to refrain from sucking in a breath because she looked angelic.