Page 34 of My Fight

My hand fanned out across her stomach, and she didn’t make any attempt to move away. We were both playing with danger now.

We stayed attached like that for a few songs.

The only movement made was Kenna’s hips swaying to the beat, and fuck it if I didn’t enjoy it. Being here with Kenna in my arms, and listening to the music, felt like pure heaven.

I had dreams of this moment a million times, but this was different. It was better than I could have ever imagined.

When the guy playing finished, Kenna turned around, then took a step back.

“We should probably get going,” she said.

“Okay.” I nodded, feeling the loss of her body heat immediately.

I paid the bill and left an extra hundred on the bar for a tip.

Kenna’s eyes widen. “Too bad I didn’t have a few of you up in Boston. I could’ve used tips like that.” She smiled, making her eyes brighten.

Guilt washed over me. Back in Boston, she had to hide money from the asshole to get home. Her words reminded me that I wasn’t there to protect her.

Her hand slipped into mine.

“Stop it. I know what you’re thinking,” she said with that sweet voice of hers. “Please. Let’s move on from all that shit.”

I couldn’t stop myself from interlacing my fingers with hers. It felt natural as if it was where she belongs. Hand in hand, I led her out of Jenkins.

By the time I pulled into Kenna’s parking lot, the sun was starting to set. I walked her to her apartment, not touching her this time, and I managed to stay back a few steps so that I wouldn’t reach for her. After she unlocked the door and opened it, she turned to me with a smile dancing on her lips.

“Do you want to come in for a while?” she asked.

I knew I had to leave. Hell, I couldn’t go back inside. God, I wanted nothing more than to enter that apartment, but I stayed back.

“I’m going to head home.”

“All right. I’ll see you later.” Kenna didn’t wait for me to say goodbye, she just closed the door.

It’s probably for the best.I sighed. After all, If she had left the door open, I wouldn’t have had the willpower to walk away.Fuck. I want her.

16

MACKENNA

Shutting my door, I press my back to the door and lift my head to the ceiling letting out a loud sigh.

What am I doing?I thought.

As I unwrapped the scarf around my neck, I threw it on the coat hook by the door, and then bent down, removing my boots. My feet kept moving to the slider that led to the balcony, knowing that was where Ryan had parked.

Tripping over the lights that were still thrown on the floor, I curse, “Fucking lights.”

I open the slider door. A light breeze hit my bare neck. I walked to the railing and saw him. I saw Ryan walking to his truck. My eyes followed him as he approached the driver’s side door. He put his hand in his pocket to grab his keys, then he did something I was not expecting, he looked up directly into my eyes.

Even from so far away, I could feel the electricity running through me. Our eyes stayed locked on each other. I’m not sure how long we were looking at each, but I eventually broke the contact and looked away, but only for a moment, because I couldn’t keep myself from staring at Ryan. I just could.

So, I glanced back at him and saw him mouth the word, ‘fuck’ and before I knew it, he turned, and ran—not walked—back to the door to my building.

Oh. My. God. He’s coming back.

I spun around on the balls of my feet, and did the same thing—I ran to my door, jumping over the pile of lights this time. I ripped my door open and stepped into the hall. I could hear him before I saw him.

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