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“They’d better be. We’ve been friends a long time, I don’t know when you started keeping shit from me.”

Drew stuck his nose in the air and made an exaggerated sniffing noise. “What’s that I smell? Oh yes, the filthy stench of hypocrisy from the guy complaining about a lack of transparency after using me and all of the Cygnus pledges as unwitting pawns in his far-fetched revenge scheme. You need to sit your ass down, because that glass house you live in is about to shatter into tiny pieces.”

“Touché. The man has a point.” I could hear the smile in Xavier’s voice. So he did have a sense of humor after all.

“Yes, he does. And speaking of point, now that you’ve confirmed I’m alive and kicking, can you leave me in peace to have something to eat, nurse my wounds, or even better, have my wounds nursed for me.”

“Then eat your nurse…?”

Drew smirked the smirk of a guy with dirty thoughts on his mind.

“I’m down if she is.”

He looked at me pointedly, raising an eyebrow in question, and his light chuckle set about a chain reaction in me that I worked hard to ignore. While a ballet of butterflies played in my stomach, I flipped him the bird, hoping to give the impression that I was totally unaffected by him.

“I gotta go, man, I’ve suddenly worked up a massive appetite.”

I didn’t think he was talking about food.

Chapter 33

Drew

I wound up the call, not taking my eyes off of Kik as I set the phone down on the floor beside the couch again. She’d had heard the whole conversation while watching me carefully as I spoke.

“So, I can warm up some of this food. What do you feel like?”

“You.”

“No, I mean to eat. You told Xavier you’re hungry,”

“I know what I said, and I know what you meant, but truth is, I just wanted to get Xavier off the phone and end the inquisition. The only thing I have an appetite for is you.”

“Well, I’m not on the menu. You’re all kinds of broken, so… yeah. No.”

“All I heard was yeah.”

I sat up, wincing as just about every muscle in my body protested.

“Drew. You’re hurt. Raincheck?”

I was in agony, and she was my only cure. It was either that or she was going to be the death of me.

“Nope. This isn’t even close to being negotiable. Come here.” I sat up fully and swung my feet to the floor, which took so much effort I felt like I’d just climbed Everest. When I was done, I reached out for Kik, then leaned back, resting against the back of couch, bringing her with me so that she was straddling my lap, her knees on the couch either side of my thighs.

“You’ll end up more injured than you already are.”

“Let me worry about that.” The fact was, I wasn’t worried about it. I knew I’d pay for it with excruciating pain later, but thanks to the adrenaline coursing though me, that really was the last thing on my mind. Kristina Sanchez on the other hand was front and center.

“Kiss me.”

She hesitated a moment, searching my face. I stared back, unblinking. If she was trying to find anything other than pure naked desire, she was looking in the wrong place, as her eyes met mine. The moments ticked by like a thousand eternities, and as much as I wanted to skip to the part where I got what I wanted, I held my nerve and waited.

“Dre—”

“I. Said. Kiss. Me.”

The inevitability of the kiss didn’t make it feel any less illicit. We both know we were wrong, but I was way past rational thought when it came to Kik. I wanted—no needed—to destroy her, but at the same time, I wanted to posses her, to own her body, mind, and soul. I wanted to tear her down then build her up, then do the whole thing over and over again. It was a special kind of insanity that I couldn’t even name.

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