I stand where I am and watch. I’ve already fucked up enough times tonight, what’s once more?
As she drops the zip-up hoodie to the floor, I discover that she was telling the truth about having nothing on underneath.
“I can still feel you looking,” she calls back over her shoulder.
“It won’t happen again,” I reply, before turning to the kitchen for a much-needed drink.
The sound of the water running is a tease I don’t need. I may not have seen her naked, but I’ve run my eyes over enough of her skin now, to have a very good idea as to what she might look like with water cascading down her body.
Fuck. My. Life.
Forgoing the beer I was intending to grab, instead I reach up and pull a bottle of Jack down from the top cupboard. Something tells me that beer isn’t going to cut it tonight.
I flop down on the sofa with the bottle and pull my phone from my pocket.
Finding Titch’s number, I hit call.
It rings a few times before his voice comes down the line.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?”
“It’s uh…” I hesitate, and as I should expect, he sees right through me.
“What have you done?” he asks, suspicion obvious in his tone.
“I… uh… Kas is here.”
“Here as in, in your flat?”
I let out a sigh, sliding down the sofa and stretching my legs out.
“Yeah, she’s currently in the shower.”
“Fuck, man. What the hell happened after I left last night?”
I think of all the things that have happened. Where do I even start? “A lot. She’s in a really bad place. I’ve offered her your room so she can get herself sorted.”
“Okay. Does Zach know?”
“Not yet.”
“Spike,” he warns. “Tell me you’ve got a fucking good reason as to why you didn’t tell him the second she stepped inside your place.”
I pause for a second. “It’s her life, not mine.”
“It’s your flat. Telling him she’s moving in, isn’t telling her secrets.”
I blow out a breath. I know he’s right, and I know I need to confess.
“I guess. So what about you? Danni hit the roof when she discovered you’d been fighting?”
“Pretty much. She made me sleep on the sofa as punishment.”
I can’t help but bark out a laugh. “It’s not fucking funny. She made a show of the fact that she wore my favourite lacy little thing to bed.”
“Man, that’s cold.”
“Mate, there was nothing cold about it. She’s still holding out on me.”
Some sadistic side of me loves the fact that Titch is about as blue-balled as me right now. “I’m sure you can turn her.”
“Yeah, she doesn’t stand a chance when she gets home later. What about you? How are you gonna bang everything with a pulse with Zach’s baby sister on the other side of the hall?”
“I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t give a shit.”
“She’s a kid. She doesn’t need to hear all of that. I’m a grown fucking man, and some of what you got up to traumatised me.”
“Shut the fuck up. You loved it, and you know it.” He mumbles some incoherent complaint down the line, but I just laugh. He makes out that I’m into all sorts of kinky shit. I might not be one to say no to much, but my taste isn’t all that crazy when it comes to sex.
An awkward silence ensues. I’m just about to make my excuses and end the call when he speaks. “What aren’t you telling me, Spike?”
Fucking Titch. I grumble under my breath. Always too fucking perceptive for his own good.
“N-nothing,” I stutter as the sound of the water shutting off catches my attention.
“Spike,” he warns.
“It’s nothing,” I repeat with a little more strength behind it.
“Okay… just… don’t do anything stupid. I won’t rescue you from Zach if you fuck this up.”
“I’m not going to fuck anything… u-up,” I hesitate as Kas joins me. Her hair is wet from the shower, her face clear of makeup, and her body clad in an almost see-through vest and a pair of tiny shorts.
She falls down onto the other sofa and props her feet up on the coffee table, putting her bare legs on full display. I can see all the way down to her… Nope. Do not look.
When I glance up, I find her amused eyes staring back at me. She winks before reaching for the TV remote and turns it on.
“Spike. Spike.” My voice being called eventually drags me from my daze.
“Y-yeah.”
“Speak to Zach before he has a reason to take you out, yeah?”
“I don’t know what—”
“Go on, keep lying to me. I dare you.”
“What! I’m not…”
“Watch your back, Spike. And keep it in your fucking pants.” Without another word, the fucker hangs up, although not before I hear his laughter down the line.
“Arsehole,” I mutter, ending the call and throwing my phone down on the sofa. I tip my head back and blow out a slow breath.
“Problem?” Kas asks innocently.
“Yeah… it started when I found you up on that fucking stage.”
“Ah, you’re welcome.” She chuckles and continues flicking through the channels.
Dragging my head up, I look over at her. “Any chance you could put more clothes on?”
“Nope.”
9
Kas
I watch Spike as he sits, uncomfortably tense, on the opposite sofa, and I can’t help but smile.
“I could have taken care of all that, you know?”
His eyes remain on the TV, refusing to look at me. “We’re not having this conversation. As far as I’m concerned, tonight never happened,” he mutters.
“Think that all you like, but you’re only lying to yourself.”
Shifting, I lay out on the sofa, getting comfortable for the film I’ve just found to watch. My movement forces him to look over once more, and my skin tingles as his eyes run the length of me.
It was mean of me to come out here wearing quite so little, but knowing how much
