Page 91 of Dirty Saint

His eyes caught mine, and even though we didn’t speak, words were spoken between us. Words neither of us were ready to admit to. When I thought I couldn’t take the silence anymore, he pulled away.

“Respond when I text you if you don’t want me showing up here unannounced.”

I snorted. “And what if I want you to come?”

He grinned as he got onto this bike and handed me my bag. “Baby, you don’t have any problem making me come.”

Then he cranked his roaring bike and slowly backed away from me as he pulled his handkerchief over his mouth. My body tingled, already wanting to call him back to me before he nodded and took off. I stayed out front until the sound of his motorcycle disappeared, and then I went upstairs to shower and try to calm my body.

I WENT TO WORK THAT AFTERNOON and put in eight hours, enjoying the twinges and aches from my extra workouts. And when my shift was over, I walked to the bus stop with a smile even though I hated riding the bus.

Gracie was up and ready for school when I got home, and I smiled at her when I stepped through the front door and kicked my shoes off.

“That’s different,” she said, taking a bite of her cereal.

“What?”

“Usually, when you come in from work, you look miserable and exhausted. I guess you’re still floating from all the hot sex with dirty boy Saint.” She laughed.

I rolled my eyes and entered the kitchen for a glass of water. “You’re silly.”

“No. I’m right. Love looks good on you.”

I spun around at her words and almost choked on my water. It dribbled down my chin, and I caught it before it dripped onto the front of my uniform.

“Don’t give me that look,” she said, dropping her empty bowl in the sink and kissing me on the cheek. “You’re in love. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Was she right? Was I in love with Koah Saint? My former enemy—the boy I had considered the devil for most of my life?

Gracie walked across the room to collect her books without even realizing she had set my world spinning.

“I have your new number.” She smirked my way, knowing Koah had given me a brand new cell. “I’ll text if I’m going to be late. Love you!” she called out when she stepped out of the apartment.

“I love you, too!” I called back before she shut the apartment door.

Shit.

She was right. I wasn’t falling for Koah. I had fallen—smacked straight into everything he was—and opened my heart for him. I was in love with him, and somehow, that was scary. I wouldn’t admit it soon, but it was a thing.

I WOKE TO THE SOUND of my cell going off on the nightstand beside my bed. Without opening my eyes, I reached out, plucked the phone from the table, and pulled it beneath the covers. The only reason I even bothered to check it was because only two people had my number, and one of them was asleep in the room across the hall.

I hadn’t heard from Koah in almost two days, and even though I would never admit it, I had been checking the phone constantly, worrying I wasn’t working it correctly or the sound was off.

His name danced across the screen, and I smiled before I opened his text.

Koah: I can't stop thinking about you.

I grinned and flopped onto my back, holding the phone to my chest.

Tori: Good.

Koah: Thinking about me?

Tori: Maybe.

Koah: You are. How many times have you played with your pussy thinking about my cock?

I laughed.

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