Page 28 of His Pretty Little Lies
“Well, Mr. I Know Everything, I guess you don’t need to ask me any questions since you know all the answers.”
“You’re not getting off that easy. I’ve still got my questions.” Shit, what is he going to ask me?
"Hold on." I pick up a piece of the garlic bread and take a giant bite. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Need carb support?" He chuckles. Jax can go from talking about eyes being cut out to being lighthearted. It's interesting how people grow up and what they consider normal.
"I always want carb support, and that was a question. My turn." Jax throws his head back and laughs. How does he get more attractive? It doesn't matter if he's kissing me, barking orders, or laughing. All of it is hot as hell.
"Not a chance. I want my question." His face grows serious.
"Hit me," I sigh.
"My bed is giant." I turn my head toward his bed. It is indeed giant, but what does that have to do with anything? "We can share it."
"Wait a second here." How did we take this random left turn?
"Not done." I press my lips together to keep from talking. Not talking is not my strong suit. “I can sleep here.” He nods toward the love seat thing he’s sitting on. It’s not a full couch, but it’s bigger than a love seat. Either way it’s not fitting his tall ass.
“I can sleep there.”
“Not happening.”
"This house is massive, surely?—"
“I’m not done with the question.” A small growl leaves me, and I have no clue where it comes from. It makes that dimple in his cheek appear. I shove the rest of the garlic bread into my mouth. “My question is, if I suggest we share my bed—it’s big enough—will you only fight me because you think we shouldn’t or because you really don’t want to share it with me?”
I narrow my eyes at him. "You crafty bastard."
"Told you, I can be an asshole to get what I want." I don't think I'd call that being an asshole, maybe because I kind of do want to share the bed.
It could be fun, not because we'll do anything, but because we could talk. As lame as that might sound to some, it doesn't to me. I often feel my loneliest at night when Mary leaves and I'm left all alone. It's a lot of teen dreams, but it gets old fast. Plus, it will be my first official sleepover. I will never admit that out loud, but I’ve never been invited to sleep anywhere.
"We can share the bed. But”—I pause a few seconds to be dramatic—“then I get to keep asking all my questions."
"Deal." Jax is quick to agree. I find he agrees to just about anything when it comes to me.
Chapter Fifteen
JAX
“Then kick me off the fucking team!” I shout back across the field, already pulling my helmet off. I toss it to one of the guys along with the red practice jersey I have on and grab my bag next to the metal bench.
I don’t know if Coach responds, and I don’t care. I’m already headed straight for my car. They should be happy I showed up this morning at all. The hardest thing I have ever had to do was crawl out of the bed I was sharing with Kinsley while she was still sleeping.
She hadn't flinched or moved at all while I quietly got my shit together and left. The girl sleeps like a damn rock. Which is convenient for me. Now I only want to get back home before she wakes up. Last night, it slipped my mind about my morning practice, but it had to have been lingering there because I woke up right on time to make it.
Damon had been waiting for me by the car, ready to go. There was no update on anything yet. I didn’t think there would be. I might have to call Mac later to see what she is up to. I’m just not ready for the Spanish Inquisition that I’m sure I’m going to get when it comes to what’s going on between me and Kinsley.There’s no way in hell my mom and sister haven’t told all the other females in our family.
Mom smirks at me when I enter the house, going straight for the stairs. I let out a breath when I see Kinsley still asleep in bed. I hop in the shower, washing the morning practice off me.
I sit down on the side of the bed next to her, turning on the lamp on her side. Fuck, does that sound nice. Kinsley’s side of the bed. It already is. Her phone was on the nightstand stand charging along with a couple of her notebooks and pens stacked on top. I love that she’s made herself comfortable in my space. If I have anything to say about it, she’ll be utilizing it a lot more.
To my surprise, Kinsley had fallen asleep on me while I was answering her questions. I mean, they were one right after another. I don’t think I have talked more in my life, but I owed it to her. I knew far more about her life than I should have without her telling me any of it. It’s only fair that she gets a look into mine and have the information come from the source. Not to be based on rumors.
“Bunny.” I brush a few strands of hair out of her face. She looks so damn peaceful, I just want to climb in next to her, wrap my arms around her, and stay in bed all damn day, but I know that’s not an option.
Watching her undo her braids before crawling into bed last night had been far more erotic than it should have been, but then again, I have a whole lot of pent-up lust. I probably should have released some in the shower this morning, but I was more concerned about her waking up alone in a place she’d never slept in before. I want her to be comfortable here.
