Page 87 of Wicked Rockstar

We’re PRETENDING to date. I am NOT your girlfriend. Peter’s pissed.

KILLIAN

Is he? So he got his panties in a bunch. How terrible.

TRIS

Is that why you sent it here? To piss Peter off? I don’t want to be in the middle of your feud. I never did.

My heart twisted. I’d rather he had it sent to my house, but instead he had to make a big statement and get a rise out of Peter at the same time.

The dots letting me know he was responding kept flashing, and then disappearing, but no text appeared.

KILLIAN

I’m sorry.

I lifted my fingers off the screen. I’d been ready to fire off a text to tell him to leave me alone.

An apology was the last thing I expected.

KILLIAN

You’re right. It was a dick move. I wanted to do something nice for you and I wrapped that up in wanting to fuck with Peter. I’ll do better.

TRIS

Okay. Thank you.

I snuck another glance at my present. With his apology and acknowledgement of how crappy it was for him to wrap my gift up in his vendetta, I was able to appreciate it a little more. Itucked the card into my back pocket, reminding myself that I needed to tell Killian I couldn’t see him tonight.

TRIS

I can’t go out tonight.

KILLIAN

Everything okay?

TRIS

Work stuff.

KILLIAN

Right. Of course.

TRIS

It’s my job. We’re planning a big charity event and it’s so last minute and we have so much to do. I’ll make it up to you.

Where had that promise come from? And now all I could think about was kissing Killian again.

“Everything okay?” Peter called out from the kitchen.

“Yup. Just commented on socials. Be right in.”

My phone dinged, making a liar out of me and I hoped Peter hadn’t heard it.

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