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“You don’t get to decide that for me!” I yell with indignance swelling in my voice. “I can’t trust you, and I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s gotten too weird, too fucked up.”
Kaden steps in front of me and walks me several steps back. His gaze is trained on my face, piercing and unnerving, but in a way that stirs a sense of thrill inside me. “You’re weird. You’re fucked up. You’ve said it yourself.”
“What’s your point?! Let me go!”
“My point is, you wouldn’t know normal if it bit you on the nose, Lyra Hendrix, and neither would I. There’s a reason you can’t resist me, why you’ve dreamed of me, why your body trembles at the mere thought of me touching you. Despite the fact that every rational piece of you screams at you to run far, far away. Isn’t that correct?”
Yes. Oh, yes.
Very.
I steel myself under his knowing gaze. My face becomes unreadable, or so I hope. “You don’t know me. Do yourself a favor and stop pretending that you do!”
“On the contrary, I know you very well, Lyra. Which is why I know you’ve sensed the truth all along. You subconsciously recognized me. That’s why you were so hesitant to give me a chance.”
“I was hesitant because I didn’t understand why you were interested.”
“For the same reason you are. There’s a reason I can’t resist you. I’ve found myself thinking about you at all hours of the day and night. Thoughts about wanting to pleasure you in every way humanly possible and imaginable. Despite the rational side of me demanding I let you go. Are you noticing a pattern? We’re inevitable.”
Kaden kisses me. We’ve gravitated close enough that he grabs me by the shoulders and plants a hard kiss on my lips.
My hands come up to his chest and push against him. I try to force him off me.
No. No. No. So wrong!
Yet, his kiss fogs up my brain. His lips on mine make it harder to think by the second. My palms on his muscled chest go from pushing against him to marveling at the erratic beat of his heart. His tongue grazes the seam of my lips and I let his tongue brush mine ’til we’re locked into a deep, air-depriving dance of passion.
His large hands cup my face, and he draws away to peer down at me for a second that feels like he’s surprised. Even though he’s the one who kissed me.
We hover in one last moment of uncertainty before we give in completely. Kaden sweeps me up and tosses me on his bed. We meet again in another hot, passionate kiss, and attack each other’s clothes. His sweatpants and my long t-shirt that belongs to him.
In no time, we’re naked, fucking, and lost in the throes of our mind-numbing orgasms.
* * *
It’s noon by the time we have breakfast. Things between us are still uncertain. The latest turn of events have made our relationship, or lack thereof, feel stranger.
Which says a lot considering it already felt weird to begin with.
I take back some control. I insist we go to a place whereIfeel comfortable. The grease spot known as Mama’s Hot Cakes may not be much. It’s located in Bainbridge and has stuffing coming out of the cushioned booths, but their burnt coffee is surprisingly decent, and they have the best pancakes in Easton.
Kaden glances around the shabby diner. He tries to stay neutral, though I can read him well enough to pick up his judgments.
I smirk. “So I’m learning you as well as you’ve learned me. What’s grossing you out about Mama’s?”
“An easier question would be what’s not disgusting about the place. I believe I just saw a rat scurrying near the glass display of pies.”
I roll my eyes. “You are so dramatic. They fumigated weeks ago. No more mice.”
Kaden’s ivory complexionalmostmorphs into a sickly green. I hold up the laminated menu and grin to myself from behind it. I’ll have to find out little ways to exact revenge for his deception. Disgusting him with Mama’s seems like a great place to start.
“Hey, babies,” Mama says, walking up with her size double G breasts and a bright smile. “What can I get ya?”
“Just a coffee. Black,” Kaden answers, sliding the menu toward her.
I slap down my menu over his and return her smile. “We’ll both have the Mama’s Triple Cake special. Can I have blueberry? Kaden likes chocolate chips in his. Hash on the side. Jam with the toast, please. Oh, and orange juice for two.”
Mama’s quizzical glance between us tells me all I need to know; she’s confused as hell. She winks at me and then says, “Coming right up. Sit tight, babies.”
