Page 72 of My Broken Mate
I look at him for a while, my brows furrowed. I know Ayden. He is a very perceptive guy. He never would say something like that lightly. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that the last time you met, he suddenly told you honestly why he couldn’t eat your baked goodies, didn’t he? He did it all of a sudden, as if he didn’t want to hurt you anymore, like he’d realized that you felt as if he was constantly rejecting you. He swallowed his pride and told you about his lactose intolerance. In a family as perfect as his, it’s probably something quite unusual to even be sick.”
I still have difficulties grasping everything Ayden is telling me.
“How did you react when he told you?” he asks.
“I apologized for being such a dunce and fetched him something he could eat. Then I looked up stuff I could bake.”
“He opened up to you and you didn’t disappoint him, because you are you,” Ayden says simply. “And now he has his guards down just a little bit more. Hell, the guy is nice to me, too, and we haven’t even met before. Wasn’t expecting that at all.”
“He is never impolite to anyone,” I hear myself say. “He would have never treated you badly.” I pause. “I still feel there is something you aren’t telling me.”
“That’s because it’s just an assumption. I don’t have proof. Just let me watch you two this evening to make sure,” he promises.
Before I can retort, I hear a door being opened and closed in the distance, and footsteps. “He is coming,” I whisper.
Both Ayden and I shut up and pretend we have been lazing around in Remy’s room, and didn’t just talk about weird things. When the door opens, my eyes instantly fall on Remy. He is wearing ripped jeans – I fucking didn’t know he even owned something like that – a black buttoned shirt that just hugs his chest in the most delicious way. He is more on the lean side compared to his and my brothers, but he has muscles. Where did he hide them? Everything is matched with perfect accessories, and he has even styled his hair.
“You look fucking amazing!” I blurt out.
Awesome, Kata, way to be cringe.
Remy blinks before staring at me again. His eyes are pinned to my legs and then wander up my body to my face. “You look amazing, too,” he says astonishingly. “I apologize for not saying anything earlier. I was just too surprised at seeing you.”
Ayden clears his throat, again. He tosses me a smirk. “Let’s go,” he says with an innocent blink of his eyes. “It’s getting hot inside.”
Chapter twenty-one
The Concert
*KAT*
The band’s called ETM – Exit The Moon – and I am still not sure if all of this was indeed a good idea. Sure, Remy seemed to be interested in joining us, and he has been attentive to me since I stepped into his room, so much that my heart flutters whenever I look at him.
I thought he was arrogant and stuck up, and hated me, but he doesn’t seem to be any of that.
I am still so scared of messing it up, though. He has only just begun opening up to me a little, and if he hates this place, the music, this night out, it will throw us back again. I don’t know why I always doubt everything, and why I am scared that every good thing will end, but I can’t help it.
On stage, the main vocalist, a young woman named KiZ, rocks her emo style with her spiky hair and goth clothes, while belting out her song into the microphone. Her lead guitarist, meanwhile, is dry-humping his guitar.
Goddess, don’t make this end in a disaster.
“This is actually quite good,” Remy says, amazingly.
I whip my head around to look at him. “You like it?”
He seems to be equally surprised. “You don’t?”
“No, I do. I discovered them a while ago and have been following them since. I love their mix of rock and soft metal.”
“That’s what I like, too,” Remy says.
My mouth drops open. “You like this type of music?”
Instead of insulted, he just looks… amused. “What? Did you think I would only listen to pop music?”
“No, more like classic music,” I admit.
