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My lips twitch, and this strange sensation comes over me. I lean into her more, my hand reaching up to cup her face. My thumb trails over the yellowed bruise along her cheekbone, my eyes reaching hers, not sure if I want her to continue talking or if I should do what I want to make her stop.I want to kiss her.
Seconds feel short when she's looking at me like this. This girl. She's such a mystery to me, and yet, I feel like we're somehow entirely in tune. Her gaze drops to my mouth before her eyelashes flutter abruptly, and I know she just thought about how it'd feel to kiss me. She wondered how I’d taste against her lips. I saw it.
But then she leans back. She's smiling now. Why is she smiling?
“Lake,” she says again, but this time it's different. Almost sympathetic. “You've got the wrong—”
A hard knock on the door makes both of us jump. It's as if Dylan wakes up from whatever trance she is in. She backs away from me, far across the room, almost comically so. It's as if she were nearly caught doing something she shouldn't be.
“Yo, Wheels!” I hear Candy's voice from the other side of the door. “Bro, let me in!”
Dylan looks at the door, then peers nervously at me. Obviously I can't rush to the door, so she walks towards the incessant pounding.
“I swear, Decker, if you're in here getting your dick sucked by that stale therapist you've been telling me about, I'ma—”
Dylan opens the door, interrupting the sentence we all just heard.
I place my elbow on my good knee, dropping my face into the palm of my hand.I can't watch.
“Oh…” I hear him say, and I can only imagine the look on Dylan's face. “I-I didn't think you were h-here...I can...I can just—”
“Kane, get your ass in here, you dipshit,” I command from the other room.
I peer up through my fingers as Kane walks in past her. He spots me, nods, then turns back, unabashedly looking Dylan up and down while she glares back at him. He licks his lips, tipping his head to the side and palming his chin, stroking his goatee.I can't stand him.
“It's nice to meet you…” he stalls, holding his other hand out for her.
“Dylan,” she responds, offering hers in return.
He takes her hand, bringing it up to his lips.
“Miss Dylan, the pleasure is all mine,” he oozes. “I'm Kane, but they call me Candy, because for some funny reason, everyone says I taste sweet.”
“Everyone?” Her eyes narrow before she makes a pained face. “Eesh…”
I stifle my laugh.
“Well, no...not everyone. But...I mean, some do, I-I guess…” Candy's face wrinkles in frustration. “I'm really not likethat.”
Dylan's face eases into an easy smile, and she raises her brows at him. “Uh-huh.”
Kane looks over at me as if there's any chance I'll help him out of his own mess, but I just lift my hands and shake my head.
“C'mon,” he says, shrugging, suddenly feeling a strange need for her approval.
I get it, Candy; I do.
“You know how it is. The lights, the fame, the game.”
Her smile widens, and the sarcastic sass is oozing out of her at an adorable rate.
“Yep.”
He stares at her, frown lines making their divots, knowing she's fucking with him.
“Lake, tell this young woman I'm a stand-up man and not the manwhore she so incorrectly assumes.”
Dylan tips her head at him, and he reciprocates as they continue their playful tease.
