Page 61 of Last One Standing
Huffing, I decided to go back to my room only to come to a stop once a body blocked my path. I looked up to find Four there. He wasn’t glaring, but he wasn’t smiling, either.
“Uh, sorry I was just…”Just what, Kona?
“Looking for Angel’s room?” There wasn’t a flicker of emotion on his face.
“Maybe?”
He hmphed and motioned for me to follow him. I did, and soon enough we were standing by Angel’s bedroom.
“Here you are.”
“Oh.” I blinked at him. “Thanks.”
“Mhmm.” He spun on his heels and was gone.Well, all right.
I took a deep breath and knocked. My hands were at my sides, tapping against my thigh. I didn’t know why I was nervous. I’d just ask if I could hang out or…ugh, hang out? No, maybe…? My thoughts were obliterated as soon as the door opened and a shirtless Angel stood before me.
Good God, I could grate cheese on those abs.
Angel chuckled. “Pardon?”
“Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud?”
“You did.”
“Fucking hell.”
He opened it more, inviting me in. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
I stepped in and waited for him to shut the door. “Well. I mean, there’s a lot wrong, but I…” This shouldn’t be hard. I was a performer; I entertained people all the time. All I had to do was speak words to a gorgeous man who was way out of my league and…yeah.
“Just ask, Kona.”
“I didn’t want to be alone,” I spat out.There. Done.
“I see. And Pika didn’t want to be with you?”
Why were there questions? “No, I mean?—”
He laughed and reached out to grab my hand and pull me against his chest. “I knew what you meant.”
“You were making me fumble.”
“It was cute—what can I say?”
I could truly get lost in Angel’s eyes. Debbie Gibson knew what she was singing about. He was taller, bigger, and broader, but I didn’t need to stretch too much for our lips to touch. I loved kissing Angel; it was quickly becoming my most favorite thing in the world.
“Want to stay with me tonight, Kona?”
“Mmm.”
He pulled away, smiling. “That’s not an answer.”
“Sorry, you short-circuit my brain.”
His thumb brushed across my cheek. My bruising was getting better every day, thankfully. I’d gotten makeup and the products I’d needed from JJ. He’d surprised me the other day with some stuff, and when I’d tried to pay him, he’d refused.
“I should maybe feel guilty about that, but I don’t.”
