I roll my eyes. “Fine! Uh, then I’d go with water to drown someone.”
“Oh, my god, Kaden!” Iggy shouts.
“What?"
“That’s some psychotic behavior, right there.” She frowns at me, darting her eyes up and down like she can’t trust me around her anymore. “That’s cold.”
I gape at her. “You asked murder weapon of choice? If anyone’s psychotic, it’s you. You cunning woman.”
She shakes her head, looking disgusted and turns to Seth. “And you? Want to bury someone alive? Maybe set their house on fire? A little arson, perhaps?”
“Icicle,” Seth deadpans.
“What?”
He scoots further on the couch, hunching over. “A really sharp icicle, and when it melts, ta-da.” He makes jazz-hands. “No murder weapon. No evidence.”
Iggy shifts her eyes to me. “That’s pretty clever, actually.”
I nod in agreement.
“And if that falls flat, you’ve got your lawyer parents, they’ll bail you right out, right?” she adds, glancing back at Seth again.
“Yeah, ‘cause corporate lawyers usually do that,” he retorts sarcastically.
Iggy makes a face at him and I chuckle.
“Weren’t they pissed when you told them you weren’t going to college, by the way?” she asks then.
“Uh, no,” he says, and starts collecting the trash off the coffee table, before he stands.
“Really? God, my mom wouldn’t shut up about college when I was in high school. ‘Think about your future, Iggy. You’re not going to stay sixteen forever.’Ugh!” she groans.
“But you waited four years to start?” I inquire.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to prove her right.” She hits me with a smug smile, before turning around, facing Seth. “So, how did you convince them not to go?”
“I just told them no.” He shrugs, his back to us. He puts the trash in the bin, tying it together and turns around. “Are we heading out?”
56
Seth
Whenwegetbackto my place, I drop down on the sectional, stretching my legs out. Kaden walks over, all determined, spreading my knees apart before he climbs on top of me, in between my legs, and presses his lips to mine.
I push my hands through his hair, and he keeps one hand on my jaw as he nibbles on my bottom lip, grazing his lips down my chin and gently biting it before he moves back up. His scruff scratches my skin and I love it.
“What are you smiling about?” he mumbles against my lips.
“Nothing,” I say, opening my eyes to look at him. He’s wearing a smile that makes my stomach flipflop and I snort a laugh to hide the breath trying to escape me.
He licks the seam of my lips, and when I open up, he softly slides his tongue inside, making goosebumps appear on my skin.
But then he pulls back, looking down on me with a small frown.
“Why didn’t you go to college?” he asks.
“You know why.” I frown back. “I didn’t want to. Same as you.”
