“It’ll take two seconds,” he said, and held up five fingers.
My God.
I shook my head. “Wait there. I’ll be right down.”
I closed my window and carefully crept out of my bedroom and down the stairs, where I turned off the house alarm before unlocking the front door. I shivered and carefully walked out to the front garden in my bare feet.
“I’m going to kill you for this,” I warned Kale in a harsh whisper as I came to a stop in front of him.
I rubbed my hands up and down my bare arms to generate some heat.
“Okay,” Kale chuckled. “You’re mad, but this is very important.”
I’m sure it is.
I sighed. “So talk.”
He opened his mouth to do just that, but his gaze flicked to my eyebrow, then to my left cheek at the purple scars that marred my face. I knew what he was thinking, and it annoyed the hell out of me.
“I’m. Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Please stop treating me like a victim. He didn’t rape me. He just smacked me around.”
“Lane,” he murmured.
“He didn’t rape me, Kale,” I said, trying my best to be strong. “He tried to, but I fought. I promise I did.”
His arms came around me.
“I know you did, Laney Baby,” Kale whispered in my ear. “You did good, babe. So bloody good.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’m sorry. I should have brought you or one of my brothers with me—”
“Don’t do that.” Kale cut me off and pulled back out of the hug, keeping me at arm’s reach as he looked at me through his bloodshot eyes. “Don’t place the blame on yourself. Jensen is a piece of shit who wanted to hurt you and did, and that’s not on you. It’s on him.”
He sounded furious.
I nodded. “I know, but I still feel like I should have known better.”
“Repeat in that beautiful head of yours that you are not, and will never be, responsible for someone else’s actions. People make their own decisions, no matter what the situation. If they do something, it’s because they choose to do it. This. Is. Not. Your. Fault.”
I pressed my face into the crook of his neck.
“I’ve got you, Lane,” he breathed into my hair. “I’ve got you.”
I smelled whisky on him, and it was strong. The scent caused my senses to come alive and my body to awaken for the first time in weeks.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I mumbled, trying to force away the urge to let the scent consume me. “Drew will kill me.”
He grunted. “She told me what she said to you, and you better ignore her. She won’t touch you. She was just in a bad mood.”
Uh-huh.
“Have you had much to drink?” I asked, pulling back from him.
He nodded, his eyes bloodshot. “To celebrate your uncle’s birthday I had some Jack – or a lot of Jack.”
I needed him to leave. “Everyone is asleep, so maybe you should go on home—”
“I love you,” he interrupted.
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I said,” he chuckled, “I love you. I love you so much.”
“Stop it.” I frowned at him. “You are drunk. You say and do stuff you don’t mean when you’re drunk.”
“No, I don’t,” he slurred.
“Yeah,” I argued. “You do.”
And I have the broken heart to prove it.
“I’ve been thinking a lot tonight,” he said, smiling.
“You thinking?” I questioned. “That’s always a dangerous thing.”
Kale snorted. “Ha ha ha.”
I shook my head at him, smiling.
“Kale, go home. You need to go to sleep.”
“No,” he stated. “What I need to do is talk to you.”
I couldn’t deal with him when he was like this. “Okay, talk really quick because I don’t want my parents to come down here and see you drunk in the front garden.”
Kale lifted his finger to his mouth and whispered, “I’ll be quiet.”
Why does he have to be so bloody adorable?
I bit down on my lower lip. “Okay, talk, but still be quiet.”
“Okay,” he exhaled, then shook his head like he was trying to stay awake, “what I wanted to talk to you was about us having sex—”
“Whoa, Kale.” I cut him off, feeling my face flush with heat. “It’s best if we don’t speak about that, okay?”
It was less gut-wrenching not to voice it aloud. Just thinking about it hurt enough.
“Why not?” he asked, tilting his head and almost falling in the same direction, until I grabbed hold of him.
He was wasted.
I grunted in annoyance. “Just because.”