“Catch ya later, Lucas,” Zion said.
“You got it,” I called.
“Later” was from Wreck.
“Uh-huh.” When I heard the front door open and close again, I gripped the kitchen counter and sucked in a shuddering breath. “Holy shit,” I whispered into the room. The adrenaline evaporated, and suddenly, my body shook with the shock of everything that just happened.
Wreck kissed me.
He kissed me.
Why would he do that?
More importantly, and before I got carried away with my emotions, I had to think rationally about it. Yes, the kiss was good. The best I’d had. But the look of horror from Wreck after told me he wished right away he hadn’t done it. Although, why had he come here in the first place? Had he been looking for Zion and then thought screw it, it’d be fun to mess with Lucas instead?
I shook my head. That whole situation didn’t make sense. What did he mean by saying I drove him insane? If anyone got to claim that, it would be me. I mean, really, he was the one who sent my mind spinning.
Then I remembered him asking if I’d seen it. He’d meant the porn on his phone. Maybe that had been playing on his mind, and he was sick of worrying if I would say anything to anyone, which could explain why he stopped by in the first place.
“But it doesn’t explain the kiss,” I said to myself as I stabbed my finger on the microwave buttons. Anger prompted my actions as I got out a bowl and slammed it to the counter. I stomped to the cupboard for the Nutella. I yanked it out, undid the lid, got a spoon, and dug into the thick gooey substance before shoving it in my mouth.
“Dickhead,” I said around my mouthful.
He had no right stopping by and kissing me.
“Prick,” I said before swallowing. When the microwave beeped, I stared at it, remembering the look on his face after that kiss.
My bottom lip trembled. I ground my teeth together, refusing to let it get to me. I wasn’t ugly; at least, I didn’t think I was. Yes, I was a guy, not the usual type he would make out with, but I had feelings, and he was playing with them by kissing me and then regretting it.
I had to distract myself.
I had to push that kiss to the back of my mind and lock it away.
I already knew it wouldn’t happen again. I couldn’t let it. I wasn’t someone to try something on, even if that was what he was doing. My heart wouldn’t be able to take it. I wasn’t a one-night fling, and I knew that Wreck would only want that…. Who was I kidding? I didn’t know him or what he was thinking.
Sighing, I finished making the popcorn and went into the living room. Sitting on the couch, I grabbed the remote and picked a movie, hoping it would have me forgetting. To start with, it worked, but of course my mind kept shoving the image of Wreck laying a demanding kiss on me, and soon my dick took notice of my thoughts. I ignored the vision and told my erection it wasn’t for us to get excited over. I refused to touch myself over that man again.
I wanted to search Wreck out, kick him in the shin, and demand to know what he’d been thinking. Ideally before he wrapped his hands around my throat to choke me for kicking him in the first place. On the other hand, I wanted to bury my head in the sand and forget about it all together as there would be nothing to hope for.
I put the popcorn aside and glared at the TV. Maybe I could ask West what he would do in this situation. He could have an insight where it would ease my mind.
I looked for my phone but realized I’d left it in the bedroom. Glancing to the hall, I wished, and not for the first time, I had the power of telekinesis so I could use my mind to bring my phone to me. I didn’t want to go into my room where it happened.
“You’re being stupid,” I told myself. I got up and walked down the hall right into my room. Only I couldn’t see my phone. I looked over the made bed. Nothing. I searched the floor, but it wasn’t there or even on my desk. Confused, I scratched at my head and thought about the last time I had it. It had been on the desk when I was studying. I moved things around and didn’t let myself think of why everything was already all over the place. It wasn’t because Wreck had shoved me and then looked at me like…. Nope, I wasn’t thinking of any of that. What I would think of was the disappearance of my cell.
The house phone suddenly rang and, of course, the stupid movie I’d been numbing my mind to popped into my head. People had died after receiving a phone call from the murderer. Still, I went back into the living room and snatched up the receiver off the coffee table.
“Hello?”
“Lucas, it’s me.”
“Hi, Mom. How’s everything in Australia?”
“Hot, Lucas. Damn hot.”
I laughed. “Can’t be as bad as here in the summer.”
“I’m sure it is. But that’s not what I’m ringing for. Your Dad and I are coming home for a week.”
“Really? That’s great, when?”
“In a couple of months. Aunt Judy is having a hysterectomy, and she’ll need me to take care of her since we all know men are useless.”
“Mom, you know I’m a man, right?”
“Yes, honey. I did change your diaper for years. But you have a soul, not like the rest.”
Smiling, I shook my head. “Well, it will be amazing to have you both home. Will you be staying at Aunt Judy’s?” Mom and Dad had sold their five-bedroom home just after
