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He walked through the front door, cringing at how close it was to falling off the hinges, and continued into the living room. He made it up the stairs and then stopped, realizing he didn’t know which room was his sister’s.
Emma brushed past him in the hallway, and he cursed under his breath before following her. The hallway turned to the right, and Emma pointed at a door with white paint peeling off it and said, “Bathroom.”
He grunted in response and continued down the hall, where Emma opened a door and stepped inside. The room was generally big enough for two, reminding him of his college dorm, except these were queen beds, not singles, which was good because Emmett and Travis would be staying the night with them.
He dropped his bag on the bed to the left, the right already having a bunch of Emma’s stuff on it.
“If this is gonna be anything like our sleepovers as kids, I want the spot closest to the wall.”
Emmett moved around in his sleep a lot, and Miles had ended up on the floor enough times that he’d learned to let Emmett take the outer spot on the bed if they were sharing.
Emma frowned at him, mouth opening and closing twice before she said, “I don’t care which side you sleep on.”
Miles’s brows jumped.
“I’m not sleeping next to Emmett?”
“He and Travis can share a bed,” Emma said with a shrug, trying to sound casual while she moved some of her stuff off her bed to the floor.
He waited for her to turn around before he spoke.
“Doyouwant to talk?”
Emma’s eyes flashed with something he thought might be annoyance, which wasn’t much like her. Something was going on. Travis and Emma had been tight since day one. Best friends, though he’d always thought they’d become more.
“You sure? I don’t think Trav?”
“Fine,” she snapped. “I’llsleep with Emmett.”
A short laugh escaped him, and he gave her a teasing smile as he said, “I don’t think you’re Em’s type.”
She flipped him off and called him quite a few choice words on her way to the door. The second it closed behind her, he let out a sigh and shook his head. Everything felt off. Being here, in a motorcycle club, with Kaz… he’d caught Kaz staring at him in the backyard, and this time, it hadn’t been apathy he saw in Kaz’s eyes. Just the opposite. There’d been a fire in those grays. One he’d missed having directed at him for the past decade. It terrified him. Kaz knew how to push his buttons. He knew how to get his way. He’d felt like that naïve nineteen-year-old again, lost in Kaz’s promises across the fire.
He had to remind himself that not only was Kaz a liar and a cheater, he was still in a relationship. And thank fuck for that, because if he’d been single… he wasn’t sure what he would’vedone. Kaz was dangerous. In general, but more aptly, to his heart.
He grabbed his toiletry bag and headed down the hall to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, staring into the mirror for a long moment, unsure if he recognized the guy staring back at him. How had so much changed in such a short amount of time? He was without a job, his sister was an outlaw biker, and he was about to live down the hall from the man who broke his heart into a million pieces, most of them so small he hadn’t been able to put them all back together. He wished he could hate Kaz. Wished that he could blame it all on him, but he couldn’t.
Kaz wasn’t to blame alone. Had he been stupid and naïve? Yes, very much. Had Kaz made him any promises? No.
He shook his head and reached for a towel to dry the water off his face, and then he walked out of the bathroom. He turned and bumped into someone. Someone big and muscly. Someone who smelled like citrus and leather. Kaz.Fuck.
He stepped back, head snapping up. Gray eyes regarded him with a calm calculation that sent his pulse spiking rapidly.
“You’re welcome,” Kaz drawled, one brow cocked at Miles.
His temper flared bright, and he felt a pinch of pain as he dug his nails into his palms to keep from slamming his fists into Kaz’s infuriatingly handsome face.
“You honestly want me tothankyou?”
A smile spread on Kaz’s lips, a smile promising a kind of danger that had Miles’s heart beating even faster. He took a step back to put some distance between them because, fuck, Kaz was watching him with a look he’d tried to forget for over a decade. He tensed when his back hit the wall, and his mouth dropped open when Kaz put his arm against the wall right by his head, leaning over him.
“Yes, Miles, I want you to thank me,” Kaz said with that infuriating smile on his face. Kaz put his hand on Miles’s chest, right over his thundering heart. He sucked in a breath and instantly regretted it because Kaz’s scent filled his nose, and that mix of citrus and leather had a certain part of him taking notice.
“Kaz,” he hissed, eyes shooting down the hall. The last thing he wanted was for someone to walk around the corner and see something that definitely wasn’t what it looked like.
“When Emma asked if you could stay, I should’ve said no,” Kaz said, fingers running through Miles’s hair and leaving him breathless. “But when the hell have I ever been able to say no to you?”
He swallowed hard, then found himself caught in stormy gray eyes. Kaz touching him was one thing. Kaz looking at him like that? Like he was the very air he needed to breathe? Like he was the only thing in the world? It was no wonder he folded the first time. No wonder he fell.
