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Kas takes a sip, his eyes never leaving my face. “Smoker, huh? Those aren’t good for you.”
“I lean into my vices,” I reply, before getting back onto the subject of the girl. “I haven’t seen her in a while, though.”
“Sometimes people move.”
I scratch my jaw as I inspect him. “Interesting that you jumped straight to move. She could’ve quit.”
He shrugs. “That too.”
“But I’d think I’d see her somewhere in town even if she quit. It’s not like it’s a big place, and she never brought up the idea of quitting.”
“You talked to her quite a bit, huh?”
“Casual conversation during checkout.”
“Hmm.”
“Saw the two of you having food together sometimes. Figured you were dating.”
“Interesting that you’d assume that.”
“So you don’t know where she disappeared to?”
“Why would I?”
I give him a one shoulder shrug. “Maybe she mentioned something to you. An ex-boyfriend, crazy stalker, you know?”
His lips quirk up slightly on one side. “Nope.” Kas finishes his drink and folds his arms on the table. “You into guys at all?”
The rapid change of direction in our conversation nearly gives me whiplash. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
He snorts. “No need to be so offended.”
“I’m not, but where the hell did that come from?”
“First of all, you accepted an offer to have a threesome with me and that girl, and that’s only after being so concerned with what I was doing that you followed me. It’s not such a stretch to think you might find me attractive.”
I can’t find any words and end up staring at him with what has to be a stupefied look on my face. When he smirks, I break out of my trance. “Threesomes happen all the time where the guys only fuck the girl, so if you were thinking something else, that’s on you. Areyouinto guys?”
“Yeah,” he answers easily with a shrug.
“Oh.”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t get all weird on me. It’s not a big deal.”
“I couldn’t care less, to be honest.”
“Good.”
And it’s true. I’m not a homophobe. The intimate moments people have don’t affect my life, so I don’t have anything to say about it, but I don’t talk about my sex life with strangers. I’m not exactly an open book. If I were, he’d know just how much I’m not against being with men.
After taking another sip of my beer, I realize he’s successfully changed the subject from the missing convenience store girl. My whole reason for hanging out with him is to try to understand who he is and figure out what he’s doing to these girls and why.
Usually, I’m good at pretending I’m normal. Just another guy in a small town, who doesn’t have a murderous monster caged inside him. But with him, I find I’m a little more on guard. Tense. It’s because I know he’s like me. I know it like I know I’ll never truly be able to rehabilitate myself, and if we’re even remotely similar, I know I can’t trust him. Maybe I can pretend I do.
“Want to take a shot?” I ask him.
He grins. “Sure.”
