I have no idea how we get home, but the next thing I know, the softness of my mattress hits my back.
“Thank you for helping.”
“You sure you don’t want me to stay?”
“No, you get off. Try to enjoy the rest of your night.”
“Make sure you lock the door behind me.” My brows draw together at his strange words. D’s not usually one to say shit like that. Or maybe it’s just because he’s talking to Kas and not one of us.
I don’t get a chance to think much more about it, because the room spins before I drift off again.
“Ouch,” I complain when a sharp pain wakes me back up.
“Quit being a pussy,” Kas whispers.
“I’m okay, you don’t need—”
“Shut up. He did a fucking good job on you.”
“I know, I can feel it.” She might be cleaning my face up as gently as possible, but still, it aches like a motherfucker. The only consolation is that Zach’s hand must be pretty messed up right now. “I fucked up tonight. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not just your fault. We should have spoken to him days ago.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t need to follow you to the toilets.”
“Didn’t you?” I crack an eye open to see a wicked smirk playing on her lips. Despite the pain I’m in, my cock swells at the memory of fucking her in that cubicle.
She’s right, it did need to happen.
“Fuck. He was a mess, I’ve never seen him so angry.”
“He’ll get over it,” she says with much more confidence than I feel.
I rest back, allowing her to continue what she’s doing. Her touch feels too good, and my head is spinning way too much to argue about it.
“This is going to hurt like hell in the morning.”
“It hurts pretty bad now. Are you okay?”
“Spike,” she sighs.
“He threw you into the wall.” My entire body tenses as I remember her body flying like nothing more than a rag doll.
“I’m fine. Can you sit up? I need to get this shirt off you?”
“Trying to get me naked?” I tease.
“Always,” she deadpans.
“Hmm… are you going to kiss it all better?”
“You’re a nightmare.”
“Yep, but I’m all yours.”
Rolling over, my cheek presses against the pillow and my eyes fly open.
What the fuck…
The image of Zach’s fist flying at me emerges, and I groan. Fucking hell, it wasn’t a nightmare.
“Are you okay?” Kas says, sitting up, concern filling her face as her eyes flit over mine.
“Yeah,” I manage after clearing my throat.
“Here, take these.” Sitting up, she passes me over a couple of painkillers and a glass of water.
“Thank you.”
“I’m not sure what hurts worse, my face or my hangover.”
“You had way too much to drink last night,” she points out helpfully.
“I had to watch you from a distance. What else was I meant to do when all I wanted was to walk up behind you and hold you?”
“Spike,” she sighs, laying back down and carefully tucking herself into my side.
After a few minutes, I manage to drift back off to sleep.
“Hmm… I could get used to this,” I mutter, cracking my eyes open again to find Kas sitting beside me on the bed in only her underwear.
“We… uh… need to go to work,” she says with a wince.
“Fucking hell,” I groan.
“Biff’s offered to cancel your clients if you can’t make it.”
“How’s Zach?”
“She said he was okay, but I’m pretty sure she was lying.”
I nod. He has every right to still be furious with me. I lied to him about the one thing I promised I wouldn’t do.
“I need to go. I need to talk to him.”
“No, Spike,” she says, taking my hand in hers. “We need to talk to him.”
I stare at her, taking in her beauty. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yet here I am anyway,” she jokes.
“He might never be okay with this,” I say, voicing my biggest concern.
“We’ll cross that bridge if it comes to it. First, we need to hold our heads high and get on with it.”
She pushes to stand so she can finish getting ready, but I tighten my grip on her fingers and pull her back.
“I…” My voice cracks with nerves and Kas’ brows draw together. Blowing out a breath, I force out the words that I really need to say to her. “I really want this… us. You know that, right?”
A genuine smile curls at her lips. “I do. I feel it. I know this scares you—hell, it scares me too. But you don’t need to doubt that I don’t know how you feel. I do.”
I nod. “Good. That’s good.”
“Whatever happens, we’ll fight it together, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smile for the first time in what feels like days, although I instantly regret it because the split in my lip opens up and stings like a bitch.
“I guess I’d better attempt to make myself look presentable.”
“Good luck with that,” she laughs.
“Fuck, is it that bad?”
“I think it’s sexy.” She runs her eyes from my face and down to my exposed chest and stomach.
“Kas?”
“No time. Go get in the shower, then we need to head out.”
I roll my eyes at her but do as I’m told.
Thankfully, the painkillers she gave me earlier have taken the edge off and I’m able to shower and dress almost like normal.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” she says when I join her in the living room where she’s been waiting for me.
“Ready?”
“I’ve called an Uber. You’re not driving like that.”
I want to argue, but after getting a look at myself in the mirror, I know I don’t have a leg to stand on.
Hand in hand, we head out, ready to discover what’s waiting for us at the studio.
29
Kas
I tell myself that I’m not going to look when we step outside the building, but it all goes to shit when my eyes take on a life of their own and start scanning the area for the guy
