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“I'll show her to her room, since we’re going the same way.” Cam quickly ushers her toward the door.
Um… okay, that wasn't weird at all.
“Goodnight. Text me if you need anything… I guess. Love you,” I call after her.
“Love you. Make good choices. Don’t do anything I wouldn't do.” Rachel calls over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.
Which let's be real, that doesn’t narrow it down much.There’s not a lot shewouldn’tdo.
I sit there for a moment, thrown off by their sudden departure. The room feels smaller now. Quieter.
“Well, I guess it’s just us, then." Kane leans in, resting his elbow on the table. “Unless you’re too chicken to be alone with me.”
Chapter 16
The.One.
Raven
As much as I want to bail and sprint to my room like the chicken I clearly am, there’s just one small problem. I don't actuallyknowwhere my room is.
I’d planned on going to bed at the same time as Rachel, assuming we’d turn in for the night together. But no. Of course, she had to pull theI need my own roomcard and leave me stranded. Now, I'm stuck.
Fuckity-fucking-fuck.
And of course, Kane would find this whole situationhilarious.
You're a big girl Raven. You can have a man walk you to your room without your mouth falling on his dick.
It’s not that I don’t trust myself. But it would just be rude if I didn’t help clean up. That’s why I’m staying, or that's what I tell myself. That’s the only reason I stand up to start gathering dishes.
As I move around the table, I catch a glimpse of Kane out of the corner of my eye.
“What?” I pause, picking up a plate.
“Nothing.” His voice is too casual, but there’s a hesitation in it. Then he quickly adds, “Here, let me help with the food.”
He looks like he was about to say something else, but he stays quiet.
I narrow my eyes. “What were you about to say?”
Kane doesn’t strike me as the type to hold back, so whatever it was, I want to know.
“It’s nothing, really.”
Liar.
I hold his stare for a moment, not buying it, but I'll let it slide for now. The sound of running water fills the silence as I rinse off a dish, my mind still thinking about his reaction, when he laughs.
I glance at him. “Okay, what is it now”
His eyes are playful, but there’s something else there again. Instead of answering, his lip twitches. It's the same infuriating, ridiculously attractive smirk that’s been driving me insane since the moment we met.
The man has more layers than Fort Knox.
“I’m just surprised to see you getting your hands dirty,” he shrugs, rolling up his sleeves. His tone is teasing, but the look on his face is still unreadable. “Doesn’t seem like your thing.”
I pause, momentarily distracted by the movement, because holy shit. Forearms.
