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Kai’s knockat the door dragged my sleepy ass out of bed. When I didn’t answer immediately, he knocked again, harder.
And then rang the doorbell half a dozen times while I trudged down the stairs.
“Why didn’t you just unlock it? It’syourhouse,” I growled at him as soon as I opened it. He still didn’t have a shirt on, just a pair of jeans, but he had stuck his hair up in a bun on top of his head. Despite the fact that he looked physically good, there were dark circles beneath his eyes.
“I ran here. You have my keys,” he said, scanning me up and down. His body seemed to relax when he’d looked at me from head to toe. Those dark circles didn’t go anywhere, though. “Can I come in?”
“Like I said, it’s your house.” I spun around, striding into the kitchen.
Not because I needed to eat or drink anything—because I needed to put distance between us.
Kai stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He grabbed his box off the counter and headed for the stairs. “I’ll put this away,” he told me.
The man disappeared up the stairs, and I sagged against the kitchen cabinets.
My eyes trailed over the townhouse’s interior.
Now that I knew it had been Kai’s, I could see him everywhere. In the style of the couch. The rustic dark brown cabinets. The simple, sturdy kitchen table.
I realized what I needed to do, to get myself to the point where I could enjoy living again:
Build a life of my own.
Move out, buy or rent, and decorate my own place.
Get a job.
Make friends—particularly male friends I could drink from without guilt.
My shoulders relaxed as I ran through the tasks.
There were a lot of them, so I had plenty of shit to focus on.
And that was good; that was what I needed.
Kai came back down the stairs, and I thought I saw a strip of pink lace sliding into his pocket. But then I blinked, and realized I was imagining shit.
I wanted him to be more interested in me than he was—which was never a good sign for a relationship, in my opinion.
“Your coloring hasn’t changed as much as it did yesterday,” he told me, stepping around the kitchen’s island and up to me like he had absolutely no sense of personal space whatsoever.
One of his hands cupped my chin, tilting my head back and then to the side as he studied me.
“I told you, it’ll only take a few days.”
“Yesterday, it changed fast. I was worried I waited too long.” His words weren’t growled, for once.
I glanced at the clock, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. “It’s not even 5 AM! No wonder I had a hard time dragging my ass out of bed.”
“Lucas is usually up before six, and I wanted to give myself time to get back before he wakes up. Finn’s keeping an eye on the trailer just in case, but he’s pissed about it.”
I didn’t even know which of the guys from the day before was Finn, though. And honestly, I wasn’t really interested after that whole shitshow.
“Well, I’m going back to bed after this.”
He lifted me up onto the kitchen counter, and I leaned my head up against the cabinets. His gaze lowered to my chest, and his eyes moved over the words on the massive tee I always slept in. I had a nice rotation of them.
“Coffee is my love language?” he asked, reading the words aloud. His eyebrows wrinkled as he lifted his gaze to mine. “I thought you couldn’t drink anything but blood.”
