Sweet Evil (The Sweet Trilogy #1)(16)

I was quiet for a second. Part of my brain contemplated being offended, but it was overruled by a heavy blanket of peacefulness in my bloodstream.

“I’m sorry, Scott, but even if I had the money, I just don’t care about those things. I want people to like me for who I am. Isn’t that what you want, too?”

I reached up to touch his face, but he grabbed my hand and held it.

“Have you kissed many guys?”

“I’ve never kissed anyone,” I admitted.

“Not even Jay?”

“No way. He’s like my brother.” I tried to think of Jay now. What had been wrong with him earlier? It made me feel sad, but I couldn’t recall why.

“How long will this last?” I asked. “This feeling?”

“About four hours. Then it takes a couple hours to come down.”

Come down? That sounded awful. I wondered if I could talk Scott into giving me more.

“Anna.”

“Huh?” I tried to focus on him.

“I want to be your first kiss.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Before he even had a chance to lean down, the door banged open, letting in the party’s earsplitting volume. We both sat up on the bed and I found myself staring into the deep blue eyes of Kaidan Rowe.

“What the—” Scott started.

“Ah, there you are, luv. Let’s go, then.”

Kaidan was looking at me. And waving me toward him. I sat there weighed down with shock.

“Can you walk, or will I have to carry you?” Kaidan asked.

Scott raised his voice. “What are you doing, man?”

“I need a chat with Anna.” But Kaidan didn’t look at Scott when he said it. His eyes stayed on me.

He remembered my name. And it sounded so lovely when he said it. Scott and I turned to each other. It never crossed my mind not to go with Kaidan. He was the most amazing part of my whole wakeful dream.

“I’ll be back,” I said, standing.

“I wouldn’t count on it, actually,” said Kaidan, coming forward to take my hand and pull me from the room. I was pondering how many people had tugged me by the arm tonight just as Scott yelled, “Dude!” and Kaidan slammed the door shut behind us.

CHAPTER FIVE

LIKEWISE

Kaidan kept a firm grip on my hand. I concentrated on where our bodies connected, marveling at my hand inside of his. I didn’t recall leaving the house or walking down the dock, but when we stopped I processed the fact that we were outside the boathouse. Kaidan banged the doorway with the side of his fist.

“Everyone out,” he told them with authority.

“We were here first,” one of the boys inside said.

“Sod off.” Kaidan’s tone was scary calm.

The six figures brushed past us with weak protests and headed back to the party. When they were gone, I expected Kaidan to go into the boathouse, but instead he walked out to the end of the dock and sat. I followed, sitting on the edge with my feet hanging over, not quite reaching the water. I took in his brown T-shirt with a golden dragon stenciled down one shoulder and across the chest. It was just snug enough to accentuate his toned body underneath. When I looked at his face I was shaken to see how intensely he was looking back at me. A breeze brushed my skin like a feather.

My teeth chattered, but I didn’t know if it was from the X or the cool air.

“Who are you?” he asked me yet again.

“I don’t know how you want me to answer that.”

A sudden flash throughout my body cracked my fuzzy dream state. I gasped.

“What is it?” he asked. There it was again, but longer this time. Reality was seeping back in. I was beginning to feel insecure and anxious.

“I think... It feels like it’s starting to wear off. But he said four hours!” I couldn’t sit there. I stood up, feeling panicked. I was shaking inside. Kaidan stood, too, pulling my chin up to make me look at him.

“Have you ever been sick?” he asked, holding my eyes with his.

“Sick... ?” I couldn’t think.

“The flu. Tonsilitis. Anything?” Now he had my attention.

Another spasm pushed me further out of my dream state as I bent over with my hands on my knees.

“Maybe this little sweet will help you.” He held a small white pill. Yes! I grabbed for it, but he was faster.

“Answer all of my questions first. Any illnesses in your lifetime?”

“No.”

“How far back can you remember?”

This question stilled my trembling. We stared hard at each other. He couldn’t possibly know about that. It was my ultimate secret.

He moved closer, just as he had the night we met, and lowered his voice. “Answer the question.”

I stared up at his mouth, his handsome lips, and for a second I forgot about the pill. I cleared my throat.

“Fine,” I whispered. “All the way back. My birth, and even before that. Happy?”

He nodded, straight-faced. I couldn’t believe I’d just admitted that out loud to him, and he hadn’t reacted as if it were the slightest bit strange. I looked down at his hand by his side in a tight fist, my escape from reality held within it.

“Now for the important part,” he said. “Who is your father?”