Page 60 of The Very First Night

“One,” I say as I hold up a finger, “I never said that I felt his dick.” I clear my throat before continuing, holding up a second finger. “And two…it was big.”

“How big?”

“I don’t know—I didn’t exactly look at it. But it felt…larger than average.”

“Bigger than Elijah’s?” I glare at her, causing her to lift her hands up in surrender. “You’re right, I’m sorry. That was a dick thing to ask. But…you felt Tanner’s dick.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Fine. You’re intimately acquainted with his co?—”

“Jenna!”

We both burst into laughter as we get in the car. To my relief, the tension from earlier finally leaves my shoulders.

The moment we step into the house, it’s eerily quiet. Too quiet. I half expect someone to jump out of the laundry room and maul us.

But no—the guys are just in the middle of their afternoon nap. Copious amounts of bacon and eggs will do that to a man.

I yawn before turning to Jenna. “I’m going to go lay down for a bit.”

Dragging my feet, I make my way up the stairs with my new textbooks in tow. Stepping into my bedroom, I instantly drop the books on top of my dresser before kicking my tennis shoes off with a sigh.

“Hey.”

A voice carries from my bed, startling me so much that I nearly scream before my gaze lands on the man sitting with his fingers intertwined on the edge of my bed, a solemn expression on his face.

Elijah.

TWENTY-EIGHT

KAT

“What are you doing here?” I ask Elijah coldly. “In my room, I mean. Why are you in my room?”

“I want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t. So please leave.”

He stands, and at first I am hopeful that he’s heeding my request, but then he steps toward me instead. “We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. You forfeited your right to talk to me when you decided to break up with me by not showing up to Flash Fest and leaving town.” Even thinking about that day makes me feel nauseous.

“Technically, we weren’t.”

“Technically weren’t what? Finish that sentence, Elijah.”

He appears to realize the error of his words, but still forges onward. I don’t miss the way he guards his groin as he speaks. “We weren’t…well, I mean, yeah, we were together, but we never labeled it.” My glare must prompt him to backtrack because he instantly continues, “I just mean, at the time I didn’t think it needed to be a conversation. I know now that I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Apologize.”

“Ouch, Kat. A bit harsh.”

I shrug as I walk past him, ignoring the pang in my chest at his pained words. I don’t care, or at least I shouldn’t care, but when I accidentally make eye contact with him, I know instantly that it’s a horrible idea.

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