Page 170 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I can understand why he’d think there may be hope for us, but damn is he putting me in an uncomfortable situation.

“I made myself clear before. I’m not looking for anything.”

His voice is packed with frustration. “But why? Why won’t you give me a fucking chance? You’re single, I’m single. We just make sense.”

I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out.

“She’s not single.”

Cue the heart attack.

I spin, my jaw dropping when I come face-to-face with the boy who treated me like a secret just a few hours ago.

I meet Kane’s stare, the stern, bone-chilling expression on his face stealing my breath. He’s so pissed I’m surprised he’s not ripping Cal’s head off with his teeth.

I don’t have time to think up a response before Kane presses his chest to my back and wraps an arm around my waist from behind.

He’s holding me so tight you’d think he’s trying to cement our bodies together.

“What the fuck?” Cal screeches, stumbling backward and nearly tripping over thin air.

The corner of Kane’s mouth twitches. “You heard me, fuckhead. She’s not single.”

Speechless, I glance around the beach. The girls have stopped playing limbo, witnessing the scene along with the rest of the group.

I attempt to move out of Kane’s hold, but he makes a noise deep in his throat and holds me tighter as if to say, Don’t even think about it.

“Wait… are you two…” Vince’s voice captures my attention, and I look to my right to see him and Scar closing in on us, shadowed by Shay, Drea, and Jamie.

Cal blinks at us in shock. “How long?”

“Officially? Since the fair,” Kane says matter-of-factly.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I don’t know what was keeping him from telling everyone about us before, but it’s clear his reluctance went flying out the window the moment he saw Cal hitting on me.

Cal’s features twist with anger. “So, what you said? About not being in a good place to date? None of it was true?”

I don’t reply, but my silence speaks volume.

“You’re so full of shit, Hadley.”

Yes, I lied to Cal.

But I only did it so that I wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

Jesus Christ, we only went out once. Why is he making me feel like I cheated on him for ten years?

“You couldn’t just tell me you weren’t interested? You had to fuck my friend behind my back and make me look like a fucking idiot?”

That’s Kane’s snapping point. “Look, man, I get that you’re wasted and all, but disrespect her like that again and I’m going to shove that beer so far up your ass you’ll be choking on glass for a month.”

I have no doubt he means it, but Cal scoffs, calling his bluff.

“You two-faced piece of shit. You’re no better. You knew I liked her, and you went for her anyway.”

Kane releases my waist, stepping between Cal and me. “I went for her anyway? You went on like one date. You’re blowing shit way out of proportion.”

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