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Kaz’s gaze dropped to Miles’s mouth, and a surge of heat had him gasping.
Fingers under his chin tilted his head back just slightly, Kaz’s thumb brushing across his bottom lip. He snapped his gaze up and shivered when he saw just how dark Kaz’s eyes had gone, that perfect storm brewing inside them.
Kaz lowered his head, and the floor started to shake. No. Tremble. His legs were fucking trembling. A noise full of need and desperation escaped him, and Kaz’s sharp intake of breath set his pulse racing.
Footsteps and voices from down the hall had him slamming his hands against Kaz’s chest, sending the man back just far enough that he could twist out of his hold. He took three long steps away from Kaz and tried to calm his raging heart.
He couldn’t do this again. He couldn’t fall for Kaz’s charms. He should only look at that handsome face and feel disgust, not… not whatever he’d just been feeling.
He had to swallow back a curse when Jane and Killian appeared. Jane’s brows snapped together, and she glanced once between Miles and Kaz, cold slithering down Miles’s spine.
“There you are,” Killian said with an easy smile. “The boys need your help outside.”
“You mean they need me to save their asses because they did something stupid?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
Killian grinned and wrapped an arm around Kaz’s shoulders, tugging him down the hall.
Miles had to take a deep breath before he dared turn and meet Jane’s gaze. No matter how hard he steeled himself, he doubted he would’ve been prepared for the calculated look in Jane’s eyes as she stared at him.
“Miles,” Jane said, head tilting slightly to the side.
“Hey,” he said, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans, “Just to be clear, I’m not here to try and get with Kaz. I’m not trying to get between the two of you. I just want to fix this place up, so I don’t have to worry about my sister.”
He wasn’t sure which of them he was actually trying to convince.
Jane’s gaze was searing as she stared at him. Her lips twitched, and she seemed to have come to some sort of decision as she let out a breath and relaxed her shoulders.
“I know. We’re good, Miles.”
He nodded, his tongue feeling much too thick to speak.
As much as he wanted to believe her, he wasn’t sure he could. Nor was he sure he believed his own promise.
CHAPTER NINE
Kaz
HE’D BARELY slept, hating that he was under the same roof as Miles, and yet they were still so far apart. He wanted the man in his bed. He wanted to hold him and know he was truly his.
He feared he’d messed up last night. He’d been so close to kissing Miles. To fucking everything up. Again. Because Jane was partially right. He couldn’t go there with Miles before he earned back his trust, or he’d surely lose it completely. But he’d never been able to stop himself when Miles got riled up. That fire in his amber eyes always brought his need for the man right to the surface, and it rarely relinquished its hold willingly.
He knew now that telling Miles the truth about what happened all those years ago wouldn’t change anything. Miles would still look at him with that betrayal burning bright in his eyes because hehadbetrayed him. By lying. By keeping the truth from him.
As much as he wanted to jump right back into bed with Miles, he needed to earn back his trust first. But, fuck, did he want to get Miles back in his bed. The sounds Miles made as he had him against that wall had nearly driven him to his fucking knees. If he’d needed confirmation that Miles still wanted him, he’d sure as fuck gotten it last night. Walking away from Miles after that had been pure fucking agony. As much as he appreciated the interruption because it meant they hadn’t done anything Miles was sure to regret, he’d wanted to push Killian right down the stairs.
He lifted his feet off the coffee table when he heard voices coming from inside. He’d been sitting on one of the least broken couches in the screened-in patio for about two hours. It was still early enough that he knew most of the others wouldn’t be up. Not with how much they all drank last night.
He grunted as he stretched his arms above his head, his back popping and bringing a small relief that only lasted until one of those voices caught his attention.
He stood and made his way to the patio door. He’d left it open, and as he leaned inside, he caught sight of four people. They were standing in the middle of the living room, Emma with a bowl of cereal in hand. She shoveled spoonful after spoonful into her mouth as she watched the others. Miles was standing next to her, giving her annoyed looks when her crunching got too loud.
Miles looked good. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt that showed off those toned forearms of his.
Kaz leaned a shoulder against the doorway as he listened, his gaze on Miles as he spoke to his sister, Emmett, and Travis, his hands moving to sign while he talked. His hair was a few shades darker than it’d been back then, and he had a light stubble on his cheeks and chin. It suited him.
Miles pulled his car keys out of his front pocket and handed them to Travis.
