“You look …” A somewhat perplexed, somewhat intrigued look crosses his face, and I seriously get a little excited over what’s about to come out of his mouth. “Weird.”
“Oh, for the love of God!” I turn back to my suitcases.
Seriously. Seriously? All that changing and shaving and tweezing, and I get weird again?
“Hey, I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” he says, though I can hear him chuckling. “Seriously. I’m sorry.”
I hear a thump then the sound of footsteps heading my way.
I spin back around then stumble back when I realize Kai is way up in my personal space.
“It sounded a lot better in my head,” he says to me as I regain my footing. “But hearing it aloud … yeah, I’m thinking weird might not be a compliment.”
“It’s fine.” I brush him off. “Just for future reference, maybe you should repeat your compliments in your head a few times before saying them out loud.”
“Noted.” He smiles again, going right back to his goofy, jokester self. “You know, that photo you sent me didn’t do you any justice. I mean, I could tell you looked different, just not this different.”
I consider asking him why he never texted me back, but I don’t want to give him an opportunity to crack a joke about me obsessing over him.
“So, was the trip everything you hoped it would be and more?” he asks lightly.
I get whiplash from his sudden shift to formality, but whatever.
“Yeah, it was pretty great. I seriously wish I could’ve stayed longer.” Forever, maybe.
“Where did you even go? You said overseas, but that could be a ton of places.”
“That’s because we went to a ton of places.” A smile touches my lips as I remember all the places I saw, all the people I met, how great I felt while on that trip. “My favorite was probably Scotland.”
He goes all bug-eyed. “Holy shit, you went to Scotland? I thought when you said you were going with your grandma that you’d go somewhere cliché, like Paris.”
“I did go to Paris, too, with my grandmother and my cousin Indigo, along with an entire old folks’ home,” I say, shooting him a smile when he raises his brows like what the hell? “And FYI, Paris is awesome, and so are old people.”
“Maybe it was just you that made the trip and Paris cool,” he teases with a cocky grin.
I stick my finger into my mouth and pretend to gag. “That line was sooo cheesy.”
“So what? Admit it, you missed my cheesiness.”
“Never.”
“Not at all?” He fakes a pout. “Wow, way to crush my ego.”
I want to tell him no, but can’t bring myself to do so. Deep down, I might have missed it just a bit.
“Your ego needs crushing.”
He beams. “I knew you missed me.”
I roll my eyes. “Cocky much?”
“I’m cocky all the time.” He pauses, studying me in a way that makes me squirm. “You know, I don’t think I believe you that Paris was awesome. I think I need proof.” He makes grabby hands. “Let me see some pics so I can decide for myself.” Then a smile curves at his lips. “And if you want, you can show me some more of you in your underwear.
Heat rushes across my face. “I didn’t send you that!” I squeak, completely mortified. “My cousin did.”
“Well, tell her thank you for me.” Grinning, he leans in and dips his lips close to my ear. “It was a really, really nice photo, Isa. You looked fucking hot.”
I let a slow breath ease from my lips. “You didn’t seem that thrilled about it when she sent it… You never even sent a reply back.”
“You sound sad about that,” he teases. “But just so you know, I broke my phone like two minutes later and had to get a new one, so that’s why I didn’t text you back. I was going to, though. I even made it my screensaver.” He sweeps my hair away from my shoulder and puts his lips closer to my ear. “It was a fucking hot screensaver.”
I resist a shiver, unsure whether he’s teasing me or not. “You so did not.”
“I did, too.” He traces an X across my chest and my heart nearly explodes out of my chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
Deep breaths. Isa. Deep breaths.
But he just touched my chest.
Somehow, though, I manage to sound calm when I speak. “Are you being serious? Because sometimes, I can’t tell.”
“You think I’d lie to you?” he questions, jutting out his lip.
When I turn my head and meet his gaze, he sighs.
“Look, I promise I’m not lying. I was at a party when you sent me the photo. I looked at it and while I was really confused why you were sending me dirty pics, I thought holy fucking shit, she looks so damn hot. Totally screensaver worthy. So that’s what I did with it. Then I went back to the party, totally planning on texting you back and telling you how hot you were. I was even going to send you a naughty pic too, so you could get all hot and bothered.” He winks at me and I roll my eyes. But then I got drunk, dropped my phone off the balcony into the pool, and all my information was ruined.” He grins. “So, I think to be fair, you should resend the pic to my new phone.”
I narrow my eyes at him, my cheeks still lukewarm. “No way. Besides, I already deleted it.”
He pouts and I roll my eyes again.
He laughs. “Fine, just show me some normal, non sexy photos from your trip.”
“You really want to see those? Or is this like the time you asked to see my sketches then, when I showed them to you, you told me you were just kidding and looked at me like I was a spaz.”
“I never said I was kidding, and I don’t think you’re a spaz,” he says, sounding appalled. “I said I was just teasing you.”
“There’s a difference?” I ask flatly.
He shakes his head, his lips twitching. “There’s a huge-ass difference between joking around with someone and teasing them.”
“Yeah, teasing’s way, way worse.”
“No, it isn’t,” he insists. “Teasing is a compliment. It means I like you enough to tease you.”
“Well, if that’s the case, you must like me a freaking ton, because you pretty much use all of your teasing energy on me. With everyone else, it’s all”—I flutter my eyelashes—“look into my eyes and swoon.”
“First of all”—he aims a finger at me, fighting back a laugh—“I never flutter my eyelashes.”
“You might not think you do, but I’ve totally seen you do it.” I feel oddly gratified that I’m finally getting the upper hand in our conversation.
“Name one time,” he says, his eyes burning with fierce determination.
“How about at Hannah’s seventeenth birthday party?” I cross my arms and smirk as he grows fidgety. “You were trying to get her attention while she was swimming, and you knelt down on the side of the pool, leaned in, and did this”—I bat my eyelashes—“while whispering something to her. God knows what the hell you said. I remember it made her giggle, and you acted like a cocky asshole for the rest of the day.”
His lip twitches, but more out of annoyance. “That was a long time ago, and I was really, really bored that day and trying to piss Kyler off. I thought he had a thing for Hannah. But I’m not that guy anymore.” He pauses, his lips quirking. “And FYI, you look way hotter than her in a swimsuit.” He lets his smile shine through. “Well, technically you were in your underwear.”
I choose to ignore his questionable compliment “Are you saying you don’t flirt with Hannah anymore?” I ask. “Or you don’t flutter your eyelashes anymore?”
“Both,” he says, sticking out his hands again. “Now, let me see the photos of your trip.”
Sighing, I retrieve my phone from my purse and search for the folder labeled Trip.
“My cousin actually took most of the photos. She’s into photography, but I did take some.” I tap the folder to open it then hand him the phone. “They’re not great or anything, but there are some decent ones.”
After getting situated on the bottom step of the porch, he starts skimming through the photos, then stops on one of me standing with Indigo in front of a wall of skulls that form a heart. “Where’s this?”
“That’s the catacombs,” I answer, sinking down on the steps beside him, “which are all these tunnels that go under Paris.”
He nods, browsing through a couple more photos before he stops again. “Who’s this guy feeding you a cupcake?”
“That’s Nyle. He lives in London, and he’s friends with this guy Peter, who my cousin knew from there.”
The photo was to be silly, and it still makes me smile when I look at it.
Kai doesn’t say anything else as he finishes looking through the photos. Then he hands me back my phone, rests back on his elbows, and stretches out his long legs.
“Okay, so I didn’t want to ask because I thought it’d be rude, but I can’t stop thinking about it, so I’m going to ask. Otherwise, I’m going to either lose my mind, or my head’s going to explode. But before I ask, I just want you to know that I’m not trying to be rude. I’m just curious.” He stops talking. Just like that. After that long-ass speech.
“Dude, are you going to ask, or did you just say all that to drive me crazy?” I ask, stuffing my phone into my pocket.
His eyes sparkle mischievously. “I was just trying to show you how I was feeling. Do you feel like you’re losing your mind yet from not knowing the question?”
I pinch his side. I don’t even know why I do it. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. I saw Indigo use the move on a couple of guys she was flirting with.
Holy shit! I’m flirting with Kai.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Wow, you’re violent.” Kai chuckles, rubbing his side where I pinched him. “I like it through.”
I blush for unknown reasons, which causes a wicked grin to spread across his face.
Before he can say anything else, though, I say, “Sorry, I’m just impatient.” I clasp my hands in front of me. “Would you please, please ask your question before I either lose my mind, or my head explodes?”
“Fine, I’ll ask you.” He mockingly rolls his eyes. “Geez, Isa, there’s no need to get overdramatic.” He flashes me a playful grin when I glare at him, pretending to be more annoyed than I am. “So, what’s up with the new look?”
“That’s your question? Really?” I frown, disappointed. “I have to say, after all that build up, I thought you’d ask me something way more intense and awkward.”
His brow cocks. “Like what? If you’re a virgin or something?”
My face flames with heat, and I hate that he can see it. “No, that’s not what I was thinking at all.”
He grazes his finger across my cheek. “I forgot how cute you are when you blush.”
My heart accelerates, my pulse pounding against my wrist, my neck—everywhere. My body is a damn betrayer, and my mind is yelling at me to be pissed off at him. He’s talking about the past, back when we used to hang out, and he has no right to talk about those moments he decided to pretend never happened.
“You’ve never seen me blush before,” I lie, my voice a little shaky. I run my fingers through my hair, smoothing it into place. “And I just decided to change my look. It’s not a big deal.”
“There has to be a reason behind it, especially since I know you hate dresses and makeup and all that girlie shit.”
“I’ve never hated girlie shit. I was just confused … back then.” Back when you stabbed me in the heart. “And I’m not that girlie.” I lift my feet and tap my boots together. “See? Totally not girlie shoes.”
He bites back a smile. “Still, you’re way different, and usually there’s a reason someone does a complete flip of the switch.”
I squirm uncomfortably, thinking about another reason that might have caused my sudden transformation.
Not wanting to sink into my worries in front of him, I turn the focus on him.
I arch my brows. “You mean, like you?”
He grimaces. “Yeah, I guess so.”
I consider his question, but the idea of telling him what I discovered about myself and my family while I was on the trip terrifies me.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
His lips quirk up, and his eyes darken. “What exactly are you talking about, Isa? Because when you say shit like that to me, my mind automatically goes right to the gutter.” His gaze sweeps up and down my body, causing me to shiver. “But I’m more than happy to show you mine. May be fair since I’ve seen a little bit of yours.”
Good God, I’m going to end up bursting into flames before I even make it in the house. “Don’t be gross.” I aim for a bored tone, but my quivering voice gives my true feelings away.
“Hey, you’re the one who said it,” he teases with a wink.
“I meant I’ll tell you why I changed if you tell me why you changed.”
He considers what I said, but not for very long.
“All right, keep your secrets, then,” he says.
“Okay, I will.” I’m only a tiny bit sad he won’t tell me. I’m curious why he decided to go from jock to this laid-back, I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-anything version of Kai. Mainly, I’m glad, not wanting to tell him my secret.
He juts out his lip, pouting again. “You’re really not going to tell me?”
“You know that doesn’t work on me, right?” I push to my feet, brushing the dirt off the back of my legs. “I gave you a chance to know, but you didn’t want to take it.”
He rises to his feet and stretches out his arms.
I try not to stare as his shorts ride lower, though I do stare a little. Unlike Kyler, Kai isn’t muscly. Toned, yes. Lean, absolutely.
“Well, maybe I’ll change my mind,” Kai says, crossing his arms over his chest and stealing my view from me. “Maybe I’ll decide to tell you all my secrets, and then you’ll have to tell me yours.”
“When that happens, then that happens.” I give a nonchalant shrug.
“Okay, well …” He struggles for words, seeming a little unsure of my blasé attitude.
I smile, like, a full-on, evil villain, I-just-kicked-your-ass smile. He’s so used to getting his way, and I can tell it’s driving him crazy that I’m not caving in to his charming smiles and adorable pouts.
“Smile all you want. Just know that I have tricks up my sleeve. I’ll get you to tell me when you least expect it.”
I raise my hands in front of me and dramatically gasp. “Oh, no. Whatever should I do? Kai Meyers has tricks up his sleeve, and he’s going to use them on me.” I lower my hands as he glares at me. “You forget, I know the side of you that had magic tricks up his sleeve and dreamed of being a magician.”
“You promised you’d never say anything about that,” he warns, aiming a finger at me. “And that was, like, when I was twelve. I outgrew that fucking weird phase.”
“For your information, I liked that phase,” I say, reaching for my suitcases. “You may think it’s weird because it’s different, but different is so much better than normal.” When he gives me a confused yet intrigued look, I ask, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He shrugs, but keeps looking at me the same way. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something.” I tug on the bags and start dragging them up the stairs. “You’re looking at me like I’m … I don’t know, funny or something. And I wasn’t trying to be funny.”
“It’s not that.” He snatches a bag from my hand. “I was just thinking how you still sound like … you.”
“I am still me. Just in different clothes. So stop being weird.” I move to grab my bag back, but he dodges out of my reach and somehow manages to steal the other one from me.
“Isa, for God’s sake, let me try to be a gentleman,” he says, heading for the back door with my bags.
“I didn’t know you knew what that word meant.” I chase after him, smirking.
“I learned it ten seconds ago when I took your bags
,” he quips, flashing me a haughty smile from over his shoulder as he opens the door. “Don’t think this is all out of the kindness of my heart, though. I’m mostly doing it so you’ll give me my present.” He pauses, waiting for me to confirm I got him a present like he asked.
I want to tell him no, just so I don’t have to witness that cocky smile I know he’s going to give me, followed by an “Ah-ha! I knew you liked me.” But I did get him something while on my trip.
When I remain silent, his face lights up. “I knew you’d get me one.” His grin expands. “Just like I knew you liked me.”
“It’s not that great of a present,” I try to sidetrack his attention off the meaning of my present. “So don’t get too excited,” I warn then sigh when he continues to bounce with excitement. “Fine. Take my bags upstairs, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Wow, that’s like three times in the last seconds you’ve tried to talk dirty talk with me.” He bites on his bottom lip, trying really hard not to laugh at me.
My damn traitor skin heats up again. “Stop being such a perv.”
He giggles. Actually freakin’ giggles. And it just might be the adorablest thing ever. I’m not about to tell him that, though.
“You’re setting yourself up with these,” he teases. “Jesus, Isa, what the heck happened to you while you were on that trip? You leave all innocent and come back with a dirty mouth. And then that pic. Although, I’m not complaining.”
I pinch him in the side again, and he ends up dropping one of the bags and it lands on my toe.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” He sets the other bag down and reaches to touch me then pulls back. “Are you okay?”
I glance down at my boot. “I’m fine. Totally didn’t feel a thing with the boots.”
“Are you sure?”
I bob my head up and down, and he smiles tensely, fidgeting as he steps back from me.
Why is he acting like a squirrely weirdo?
“Come on.” He picks up the bags again, going right back to the chillaxed version of Kai. “I want to see what you got me.”
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