“It doesn’t feel like it, though,” I said. And now I probably just sounded whiny. “I mean, we’ve been friends forever.”
“Yes, we have. And we know each other pretty well,” he said, adjusting himself in his seat. “For example, had I not been with you last night, you would have stopped at Lucy’s Bar and went inside. Am I right?”
God, how had he known?
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “Is that why you . . . did what you did?”
Now I probably did sound like one of those girls he let down easy.
“No!” he protested. “At least, not exactly. I mean, fuck, Rachel, you were kind of hard to resist. Do you not realize how sexy you can be?”
I felt my whole body heating up at his comment. He pushed a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.
“That doesn’t change the fact that I started it . . . the thing that happened between us last night.” I yanked my knees up to my body. “I’ll always regret that.”
A dark cloud passed through his eyes before he recovered. I’d hurt his feelings. Or maybe his pride. I was fucking this up big-time. “That’s not what I meant, Kai. All I was trying to say was . . .”
“We’re not that different, Rachel. We both like sex,” he huffed out. “It helps take the edge off. Though I suspect you might use it for different reasons.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I said, sitting up. Now I was the annoyed one.
“You use it to get lost,” he said, as if it were that simple. “To help you forget.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “The same way you use pot?”
I expected him to get angry, call me a nag. Accuse me of eavesdropping on his phone conversation with his father. His head sloped to the side, a ruddiness growing on his cheeks. “Maybe.”
“Well, I don’t like it when you do that,” I said, standing up and pacing the length of the balcony. “But I know you get enough flack. I’m not the boss of you.”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but he bit his tongue. Instead he just shook his head, the beginnings of a smirk lining the corners of his mouth.
“Look, no one has to find out what happened between us.” He moved his legs when I passed by him to pace in the opposite direction.
“You know Dakota would flip.” I turned, fisting the ends of my tank top.
His gaze followed my hands, as if remembering just where his fingers had been. I promptly dropped my arms to my sides.
“So just between us, then?” he asked.
I finally stopped my forward motion and slid back into my seat. “It’s a deal.”
He reached out his hand. “Shake on it?”
I shook my head. “Pinky swear.”
The pinky swear used to drive Kai nuts when Dakota and I were kids, because we’d use it for every single damn thing. And he always said it made no sense. So sometimes we did it just to bug the crap out of him.
“If you insist.” He held out his pinky with a lopsided grin that brightened all the gloomy corners of my heart. We hooked fingers, and I felt the tingle of his warm skin all the way down to my toes.
I breathed a sigh of relief that Kai was cool and mature enough to smooth things over between us. If only I could ignore that little fluttering in my belly every time I thought about where his lips had been.
I’d admit to being a little hurt that he didn’t seem fazed by being in my presence this morning—but having his friendship back was all that mattered in the end.
“So what are you going to do about Miles?” Kai’s jaw ticked. “I’m assuming he wanted to talk and you refused.”
I turned toward him. “How in the hell do you do that, you asshat?”
His eyebrows slammed together. “Do what?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, a dull headache throbbing in the back of my skull. “Know me so well.”
“We have history, Turtle,” he said. “We’ve been through a lot together.”
“This is true.” But we’d never known that other part of each other. The one we discovered last night. Sure, I’d fantasized about it briefly through the years. But it was just a passing curiosity.
Besides, I had never taken him seriously. He’d been with so many girls. But he’d never been a dick to them. They just seemed to know the score.
Still, it turned me off. Or at least I told myself it did, even as I imagined him kissing me in the exact same way I’d caught him kissing any number of girls over the years. The only time he seemed to cool it was during my hospital stay. Not that I had the wherewithal to pay attention to that aspect of his life during that time.
Kai leaned forward and tapped my knee with his hand. “So maybe you need closure with that asshole.” I looked down at his strong and callused fingers. Would I ever be able to get over the fact that those hands had been all over me?