Page 53 of Drown My Sorrow

I glare at him. “I don’t know what you three are planning, but I’m not okay with it.”

“Don’t be like that, I promise you. It will all work out.”

I nod my head, but I don’t believe a word he’s saying. Gael walks in, but his feet are bandaged.

“What happened to his feet?”

Keagan looks over dismissively and returns that penetrating blue gaze to my face. “I really don’t even care what happened to his feet. Tell me about your bath. That is much more interesting.”

I blush to the roots of my hair and curse them fluently in my head.

Keagan traces a finger down my cheek. “What’s this?”

“What is everyone doing down at the pit?” I throw the question to distract him, shifting my eyes around the room, trying to find something else to distract him with.

“Making food. Why are you evading my questions?”

“I’m not!” I squeak in protest.

“You totally are, but you’re so adorable, I might let it slip. In exchange?”

I groan. “What do you want?”

“A kiss?”

I turn towards him and press our lips together. Keagan takes advantage, as he always does, and grips my hair, pulling my head back. When I open my mouth to moan, he pushes his tongue in, invading, demanding, taking over me and all my thoughts.

After several long minutes, and a few curses from Nat, he pulls back and smiles.

“Hello.”

I blush. “Hi.”

“KEAGAN!”

Keagan winces. “Duty calls.”

I watch him leave with mixed feelings. It’s good he’s going because I’m this close to throwing myself at him and just asking for an hour in the bedroom with him.

I sit alone and watch the window, wondering when they will come back. Ezy and Kelly come up to the porch and have a very aggressive whispered conversation. I watch them, but then, like they can feel my gaze, they both turn towards me. Ezy throws his hands in the air, says something else, and stomps away, but Kelly comes into the room and sits down beside me on the couch.

He’s working up to saying something. I can see it in every line of his body.

“You don’t have to do that, Kelly.”

“Do what?”

“Whatever it is that’s causing you so much trouble speaking.”

Kelly runs his hand through his hair, making it look even better. “Tell me about your life?”

I frown at him. “What?”

“Tell me about your life. I want to know. I need to know.”

“Why?” It’s the only thing I can think to say.

“Because Shale says that I’ve missed the point.”

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