Page 42 of Chasing Xander
“Whoa,” Kylie whispered, her hands resting on his waist.
Whoa? More like fucking incredible. He’d never gotten that turned-on by just a kiss, but the case of blue balls he’d have to suffer through was worth it. Unable to stop himself, he stepped back up to her, his body tingling with desire at her closeness. “We’re still on for tonight, right?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded.
Thank God.
“Xander?” She looked up at him, a mix of uncertainty and innocence playing behind her eyes.
“Yeah?” He rubbed his thumb across her lips, distracted by the thought of doing much more than kissing her again.
“I don’t know where things are headed between us, and I don’t want to make assumptions, but I like you, a lot.”
He grinned. “I like you a lot, too.”
A smile flitted across her face. “And based on what you said about taking me somewhere private, I can make an educated guess as to where things are going.”
He nodded. “I hope they’re headed in that direction. Eventually.” As badly as he wanted her, he still wasn’t willing to rush into anything.
“Me, too.” She took a deep breath. “But you need to know something.” She chewed on her bottom lip, and he narrowed his eyes as dread pooled in his gut. “I’m a virgin,” she blurted out, her eyes widening as if she couldn’t believe she’d just said that.
Xander’s hand fell away from her lips. Kylie was a virgin? No way. There was no way in hell a virgin could say the things she said, or exude the confident sex appeal she gave off. It simply wasn’t possible. Was it? No. He must’ve misheard her. Or she was messing with him. But the serious expression on her face told him she was being truthful.
Well, shit. Dread coiled in his chest, squeezing the breath from his body. “Okay.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah, that’s cool. Congratulations. I mean, good for you.”Christ, can I say anything dumber? I might as well give her a damn medal or something.
“I just wanted you to know. In case things…” Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked away. “I need to get to class.” She scooped up her bag from the ground and slipped around him, hurrying off before he could stop her.
Stunned, all he could do was stare after her. Of all the things she could have said, that was the very last thing he’d expected to hear. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
There was only one thing he could do. Getting back in his car, he headed home.
The house was mostly empty, but as expected, Finn was sitting on the couch. He never seemed to be anywhere else. “Finn,” Xander said.
“Oh, hey, what’s up?” Finn looked up briefly, then glanced at the time on his phone. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
“It was canceled.”
He gave Xander a dirty look, then stood. “You’re on a very tight leash. You’d better not be ditching.”
“I’m not.” He pulled his phone from his back pocket and held it out. “See?” There was an email from the professor announcing class was canceled and outlining the required assignment.
Finn grunted.
“Speaking of mail.” Xander put his phone back in his pocket. “Didn’t realize you liked to spam people with porn.” He fought to hide his smile. At first, he’d been pissed. But now the whole thing was funny, and when Finn realized what happened, he was going to be embarrassed as fuck.
“Uh, what?” Finn returned to his spot on the couch. “Did you smoke something? You’re acting really strange.”
“No.” He sat. “But you might want to light up.”
“Seriously, dude. What the fuck?”
“Saw your twig and giggle berries today, man. Sending junk mail like that?” He shook his head, grinning. “Have to say, not your best angle.”
Finn’s eyes widened, and his face paled. “What?”
He couldn’t stop laughing. The look on Finn’s face was priceless, and he had half a mind to pull out his phone and snap a picture. “Yeah, you know. The cock shot you sent to Celeste.”
“How do you know about that?” He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable.
