Page 65 of Midnights
But don’t worry, I’m an excellent wingwoman.
Ask Rachel!
I smile as I hit send.
Kane: Who says I'm struggling?…
Of course he’d say that.
Me: How rude of me.
You probably have a girlfriend tied up in your basement right now. Just waiting until she’s ripe from all that stressing. Is that when you go down and have your way with her???
… honestly, everyone has their kink. It's okay! Don’t be shy!
There’s a pause. Then…
Kane: Wow, that was…
…Everyone??? What’s yours?
I snort, biting my lip as I stare at the screen. Shit. I didn’t mean to gothere!
I can already feel my face heating up.
What is with this guy? One second, he acts like I exist just to test his patience, and the next… he’s flirting?
Sure, we shared an earth-shattering, time-stopping, universe-altering kiss. The kind of kiss you write about in your journal and tell your best friend in mortifying detail. But maybe he was just drunk. Maybe ‘kiss an American’was something he wanted to cross off his bucket list.
Emotional whiplash. That’s what this is.
I don’t know why I even care. Men can fuck all the way off… unless I say otherwise.
I take a deep breath.
Me: You’re out of control.
Kane: Oh, I assure you, Princess, I'm very much in control.
Right.
My eyes roll so hard I nearly give myself a headache.
I toss my phone on the bed and grab my shoes. If I don’t get them on now, I’ll never hear the end of it from Rachel.
Me: Yeah, sure you are, Mr. Perfect.
Kane: Well, perfection comes naturally to some of us.
Me: Naturally insufferable, more like it.
Kane: Insufferably charming, you mean?
Me: Is that what you call it?
I’d for sure describe it a little differently…
Kane: I'm intrigued, go on…
