Page 64 of Midnights
Me: EXCUSE ME?! I do not smell. You have NO idea how much I hate trying new food... I know, I know, it's stupid. But I still hate it. ... I’m a child, I know. Stop laughing.
Kane: Who said I was laughing
I can feel the smugness dripping off that text.
Me: You’re laughing. I can hear it.
He leaves me on read.
I stare at my phone, waiting, watching the screen like an idiot. The little bubbles pop up again… then disappear.
And then nothing. He's such an annoying, insufferable man.
I drop my phone onto the bed with an exasperated groan, rolling onto my stomach. If I’m being honest, I was sweating when he was trying to talk me into eating that. I don’t know why I have such a fear of trying new food, but I do. Another mystery to add toThe Book of Raven:Unsolved and Mildly Embarrassing Edition.
Although… he did manage to talk me into it faster than anyone ever has. Rachel included. Maybe it was the accent. Or the voice. Or the way he said my name. Or just him.Ugh.
I groan, pressing my face into the pillow. Nope. Not going there. I probably should’ve just said thanks and left it at that. But no. Every time I talk to him, I apparently forget how to function. Even forming sentences is a struggle because that damn voice of his scrambles my brain.
And don’t even get me started on his smartass comments. Thosereallypush my buttons. Then there’s the fact that every time he opens his mouth and tells me what to do, I want to punch him in the face. And maybe also kiss him.
Yup, this is exactly why I'm not dating. If we stay friends, he can be like an annoying older brother.A much older brother… I don’t even know how old he is, anyway.
While we’re adding to the list of things I don’t know about him, let’s go ahead and tack on why the hell he gets under my skin so badly. If I didn't know any better, I’d think that he was doing it on purpose.
Usually, people don’t get to me this easily. But Kane is slowly becoming the exception to every rule.
I sigh, debating if I have the energy to go out tonight. If we don’t make plans soon, I’m clocking out.
“Rach, are you going to shower?” I yell from the bed, too lazy to get up and find her. I think she’s in the kitchen, but who knows.
Rachel sprints into the room like she’s being chased. “Yes! Just a quick rinse, I promise! Not even washing my hair. I’ll be fast, and then we can leave. And… calm your tits, it’s only seven!”
At least she knows the clock is ticking before I officially tap out.
I groan, sitting up as my phone buzzes.
Kane: Okay, I won’t make fun of you too badly. I’d still recommend a shower, though.
For hygienic purposes, obviously.
Did he really just—?
Then another text comes through.
Kane: And maybe I like the smell of sweat??...
I blink. Is this guy for real?
A laugh bursts out of me before I can stop it. Half the time, I genuinely can’t tell if he’s joking or dead serious. It’s infuriating.And yet, I can't figure out if that’s a good or a bad thing. He keeps me on my toes, which is probably dangerous.
I roll my eyes, but my body, the traitorous whore that she is, doesn’t get the memo.
My pulse kicks up a notch and there’s that stupid flutter in my stomach. Every time his name pops up. It’s like my body and my brain aren’t on speaking terms anymore.
Me: Okay, you did NOT just say that.
That explains so much about why you’re struggling to find women…
