Page 34 of Endgame

“I know,” I shot back with a wink.

She folded her arms across her chest and huffed out a breath. “Cocky much?”

“Just stating facts, Six.” Bending over, I grabbed the book off the floor and returned it to my desk. “But apparently, your memory isn’t worth shit.”

She looked at me in confusion.

I smirked. “I told you to stay out of my room?”

Awareness dawned on Six’s features. She blushed, but she didn’t offer up an explanation, and weirdly, I liked it. She wasn’t afraid of me, not really, and she was more than willing to go head to head with me. I reluctantly had to admit that her take no bullshit attitude was really fucking attractive to me.

“Did you…” Pausing, she clasped her hands together. “Um, the girl in the drawing.” She sat back down on my bed. “Did you draw her…I mean, was she…ugh!” Groaning, Six shook her head.

“Did I what, Six?” I asked, thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable she clearly was.

“Is she a real person?” Six blurted out, looking angry at herself. “The girl in the drawing. The one with the ugh…piercing on her…”

“Clit?” I offered, smothering a laugh.

“Yeah. Um, her.” Six cringed. “Did you draw her in real life?” She puffed her cheeks and shifted uncomfortably. “If not, you have one hell of an accurate imagination.”

I almost choked on my laughter. Of course I didn’t draw her in real life. It was Jessica Rabbit for fuck’s sake. “It’s just a sketch I did one night when I was bored and horny.”

Six looked up at me with a pained expression. “Dear god,” she muttered with a shake of her head. “Why are we even having this conversation?”

Walking over to my bed, I sank down beside her and grinned. “Why are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing, asshole,” she growled.

“Yeah, you fucking are.” Unable to stop myself, I reached over and tipped her chin upwards. Big grey eyes greeted me. “See.” I stroked my thumb over her burning cheek. “Blush.”

I expected Six to hit me for touching her, she was unpredictable as fuck, but she didn’t. She didn’t move away either. She surprised the hell out of me by leaving into my touch, so much so that I ended up cupping her cheek.

“Why are you touching me?” she whispered, eyes locked on mine.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, unable to respond to a question I wasn’t too entirely sure of the answer to. “Why aren’t you pushing me away?”

She shrugged, but didn’t pull away from me. “I don’t know.”

What the hell was this?

What was happening here?

“Mercy! There you are?” Cassidy’s voice came from my doorway, breaking the weird tension between us, and causing Six to jerk away from me.

“Mom.” Flushed, Six turned her attention to her mother. Biting back the urge to growl, I turned and glared at my father’s wife. “What’s up?”

“I was planning on heading into town to do some shopping,” Cassidy announced, looking from Six’s face to mine with curious eyes. “Wanna come?” Her eyes landed on mine again. “Hello, Rourke.”

Jaw clenched, I forced a nod. That was all she was getting from me and she was lucky to get that.

“No,” Six replied with a sigh. She glanced nervously at me before standing up. “I’m broke until Thursday.”

Cassidy sighed impatiently. “I told you,” she began, pouting. “Money is not an issue.”

No. It wasn’t an issue, because it was my fucking money.

Goddammit.

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