“Kyan.” I forced myself to look back at her.
“What?” she gasped, somehow looking absolutely thrilled and completely appalled at the same time. “But he doesn’t get with girls at school.”
“No, he doesn’t screw girls at school, doesn’t mean he isn’t licking, touching and biting every one he can get his hands on otherwise.” I tried to hide my bitterness at those words, but wasn’t sure I managed it.
“Nah, I don’t think he has. Bitches at this school talk and believe me, they’d be screaming from the rooftops if one of them managed to bag a night with Kyan.”
“Maybe they’re just not screaming from a rooftop near you,” I said dismissively.
“Yeah maybe,” she conceded. “But I’ve seen the way he looks at you. If his dick was a compass, the girls in this school would be due fucking south…and apparently you’re north.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and I waved a hand dismissively.
“I am not north.”
“You are! You’re the freaking north pole girl and Kyan wants to point his arrow right at you. And dip it into you.”
A laugh exploded from my chest and I started to blush. What if she’s right? What if he really doesn’t touch other girls on campus? And why does that make me feel like I’m made of butterflies and all of them are about to take off at once and scatter me to the wind?
I had to be logical here though, I mean, Mila could have been right…but I still had my doubts.
She gasped suddenly, pointing an accusing finger at me. “You like him!” she announced at the top of her voice.
I hushed her, my heart pounding madly in my chest. “I do not like him. I hate him. He’s just…hard to resist sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” she balked. “So this has happened before?”
Dammit.
“Like, one time before,” I admitted guilty. “But it’s not like it means anything,” I rushed on, ignoring the tug in my gut that told me I’d just lied. To her. To myself. To the universe. Shit, I can’t let my revenge cost me my heart. I have to lock this down.
Mila stared at me for a long moment then burst out laughing. “Girl, for a second there I thought you were falling for one of those assholes.”
“No chance,” I laughed, but it came out kind of choked, not that Mila seemed to notice thankfully. I am not falling for one of those assholes, right? Right??
Mr T started laying into me again in my head and I tried to drown him out, but the guy had a point. I was a fool. Wasn’t sure why he’d shown up in my mind to tell me that personally though.
“So ohmagod, tell me everything. Are the rumours true? Has Kyan got a monster dick?”
“Mila,” I snorted, turning my attention to the fish cans and starting to open them.
“Do not hold out on me girl, I’ve been trying to train Danny’s dick to do tricks for weeks. I heard Kyan Roscoe’s dick is talented enough to start its own circus.”
I fell apart laughing, grabbing a huge bowl from under the sink, then tossed Mila a spoon as we started scraping the contents of the cans into the bowl.
“Technically, I wouldn’t know how talented it is,” I said, a blush crawling deeper into my cheeks.
I wasn’t the type of girl to get all flustered over guys like this. I could have summed up my sexual experiences with any boys previous to the Night Keepers with a straight face and without my blood rising a single degree in temperature. But when I thought of my night with Blake or fooling around with Kyan, my body went into overdrive like it thought I was on the cusp of an impending heart attack. Even thinking of the way Saint had spanked me in the past made me want to start fanning myself. The three of them were just…gah. It wasn’t fair how much they affected me. Then throw Monroe into the mix and it was basically a miracle that I managed to keep my body from turning to liquid form around all of them.
“What do you mean you wouldn’t know?” I felt her narrowing her eyes at me and I sighed.
“Me and Kyan haven’t screwed. Just fooled around a bit. He really doesn’t sleep with girls on campus, or kiss them apparently.”
“He doesn’t kiss you?” Mila asked in disbelief. “Well fuck me, you’ll never get under his skin.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, glancing at her as she scooped a pile of tuna into the amassing bowl of fish.
“Well, my mom always said the way to a man’s heart isn’t his love stick – my mom’s term not mine, dear god she’s an embarrassment sometimes – or through his stomach, it’s through a kiss. And not just any kiss. It has to be one of those happens-to-be-raining-and-you-bump-into-each-other-through-fate sort of kisses. The all-consuming, heart stealing, lung combusting kiss of all kisses. That’s how you make a guy fall for you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Bullshit. And anyway I don’t want him to love me. I don’t want any of them to. I wanna torture them until they can’t take it anymore then pluck their hearts from their chests and eat them raw – if it turns out they even have hearts that is. I’m still not convinced Saint has anything in his chest but extra storage space for all the toilet paper he’s hoarding.”
“Woah, you’re dark.” She smirked, a twinkle in her eyes. “I like it. Those boys have had it coming for a long time. But please be careful, Tatum. You’re taking on three guys whose families could ruin your entire life. You’re not
