The Game Series (73 page)

“Because if I turn up and take you away, no one else has the pain of listening to awkward, drunken sentences like that.”

“Or…” I open the door when he pull
s up outside my house. “You don’t want anyone to have me even though you don’t want me yourself.”

I slam the door behind me and
fuck.
I didn’t mean to say that out loud. At all. Uh-uh. Damn. Why did I say it out loud?

Oh yeah. Because it’s the truth. Isn’t it?

“And what the fuck does that mean?” he yells, following me into my back yard.

Well, might as well carry on and blame it on my “awkward drunken sentences” in the morning.

I spin, my hair flying around my shoulders, and put my hands on my hips. My eyes are dead on his in the darkness.

“What I mean is you’ve turned up to these parties twice now. Both times you’ve got pissed off when I’ve been dancing with a guy even when it’s my right to. I’m single, I have no commitments or promises to any guy and I can do what the hell I like.”

“I’m just doing--”

“Bullshit!” I punch the air
, stamp my foot, and jab my finger in his direction. “Bull.
Shit
! You’re not doing this for Cam. I don’t believe that for one fucking second, Kyle. You get too angry and protective for it to be for him.”

“I’ve known you our whole lives. Of course I’m gonna protect you from the jackasses you insist on hanging with. I care about you, for fuck sake!” He runs his hands through his hair and turns, looking away from me.

“Of course,” my voice quietens, a sad tinge almost creeping in. “I forgot. You’ve known me forever. I’m Cam’s baby sister. How stupid of me to forget.”

“It’s not that.” He sighs.

“Then what it is? I am Cam’s baby sister. That’s all I’ve ever been to you.”

“Before? Yeah, that’s all you ever were. Now? No, Roxy. You’re not just my
dead best friend’s little sister.”

My heart stops and whatever words I had ready to respond with lodge in my throat, leaving my mouth open as I stare at the back of his head.

“What?” I whisper.

“You’re not just his sister, okay? Fuck. I wish you were but you’re not. You’re so much fucking more than just Cam’s baby sister.”

“Kiss me.”

The words leave without my permission. They burst from my lips, not a plea but a demand. I’m not asking him to kiss me.

I’m telling him.

Kyle stops, his head turning to the side. His profile is illuminated by the moonlight, and I hate that he’s not facing me. I hate that all I can see is the back of him.

“What?”

“If I’m not just Cam’s kid sister, then kiss me. Now. Turn your ass around and walk up to me and kiss me like yo
u damn well mean it, Kyle Daniels.”

“Rox…” He turns. “You’re drunk. You have no idea what you’re saying.”

“I’m not…” I pause as he faces me, his eyebrow raised. My arms shoot into the air in surrender. “Okay, I’m drunk. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m saying. I know exactly what I’m saying. I know what I want and I want you to kiss me.”

He takes slow steps toward me, almost stalking me, and my heart finds its beat again, thumping against my chest. I walk backward and my back hits the side of the shed, and I swallow as he moves toward me in the darkness, never taking my eyes from his.

“You really want me to kiss you? Right here?”

“Right here.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Kyle stops in front of me and flattens his hand against the shed wall. I can see the heat in his eyes even in the darkness, and I can feel that same heat emanating from his body into mine. There isn’t a single part of our bodies that are touching but it doesn’t matter.

I can’t breathe. My stomach is clenching in excitement and my heart is pounding against my ribs. Blood and adrenaline rush around my body, and I’m hyper-aware of everything.

Of me. Of him. Of our bodies. Of our breathing.

“Against the shed wall?”
he clarifies in a hot whisper.

“I’m already against it.” When did my voice get so breathless?

“I know.” He dips his head lower. “I’m just trying to figure out exactly what you’re asking me. “Kiss me” is kinda vague.”

“And also kinda clear.”

“Depends who you ask.” His fingers brush against my hip, sending shivers and tingles across my skin through my clothes. “And you’re asking me to pin you against your shed wall and kiss you. Right?”

Yes.

“
Right
?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Roxy. You really don’t.” He shakes his head, moving back from me.

My hands shoot out and grab his shirt, stopping him from turning away from me. “I know what I’m asking, Kyle. Don’t treat me like I’m stupid. You said I’m not just Cam’s kid sister, now prove it.” I look him right in the eyes, both showing him I’m serious and challenging him. “Or just tell me you don’t want to kiss me and go.”

Before I can say another word, his body flattens against mine and pushes me firmly into the wall. His lips crash onto mine, his fingers curl around my waist, and his other hand cups the back of my neck. I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck, my fingers sinking into the hair at the back of his head.

Soft. Hot. Hard. Probing.

All these words flit through my mind but none come close to the way I feel as he sweeps his mouth across mine, kissing me in a way I’ve never been kissed before. His tongue flicks across my closed lips, slipping between them when they part and moves across mine, exploring every part of my mouth, feeling me, touching me, possessing me. It’s primal yet loving, tightening every muscle in my body and turning my legs to jelly at the same time.

Intense.

The way this feels, the way we cling to each other, the way our lips caress and our tongues battle, it’s intense. It’s intense and consuming and it’s owning me, taking me over. It’s making me and ruining me, because I know nothing will ever top this.

No kiss will ever feel the way this one does.

“Like that?” he whispers, his lips brushing mine with his words.

I nod. “Like that.”

“Good.” He pulls me even closer and puts his knee between my legs, closing every inch of space between our bodies. His hand presses flat against the arch of my back and curves my body into his, and his thumb brushes across my cheek.

I open my eyes, looking straight into his, and hold my breath. I can’t calm the frantic pace of my heart or the speed of my breathing and I sure as shit can’t stop the goose pimples erupting over every inch of my skin.

“Rox,” Kyle whispers, tilting my head back slightly. I don’t speak; I look at him with my lips slightly parted, my eyes wide and my cheeks flushed, waiting for whatever he’s going to say next.

He doesn’t say a thing.

He kisses me again.

And I’m lost.

Shit.

I never meant to do that.

I was supposed to drag her from that damn party and shove her through her front door, not have her turn those bright blue eyes on me and play me the way she plays all her guys. And I wasn’t supposed to hold her against her shed while I kissed her. And God did I kiss her… but I couldn’t help it. Ever since I’ve been back I’ve wanted to kiss her as much as I’ve wanted to sort her out and last night I lost it.

It was that spark in her eye – the determination and resolution when she demanded I kiss her – and it was the slight gasp in every word she spoke through her parted lips when I moved closer to her. It was the knowledge we were close, so close, and it was down to me. The choice was mine. Kiss her or walk away.

There was no way I could have walked away. I couldn’t have turned around and left her there, her hair loose and tumbling round her shoulders with her cheeks flushed any more than I could have stayed away from that party when Selena called me.

And I feel like a fucking teenage girl sitting here replaying those moments in my mind. It’s not like it was my first kiss or even just a casual kiss with some girl I barely know. It was different because it was Roxy.

The girl I’ve kept assholes away from our whole lives.

I can’t believe how much has changed in two little weeks. Fourteen days doesn’t seem long enough to go from seeing her as a sister to kissing her like my life depends on it.

“Fuuuuuuck.” I dig the heels of my hands into my eyes. “What the hell did I do that for?”

“Do what?” Iz asks from my doorway.

I tilt my head to the side and look at her. “Nothing.”

“You’re such a bad liar.” She laughs. “It’s almost like the time you
and Cam were four and promised Mom you didn’t eat her freshly baked cookies. She would have believed you if you didn’t have chocolate around your mouth and crumbs down your shirt.”

“Yeah, alright,” I grunt. “I just…
I don’t feel like talking about it to you.”

“And what’s wrong with me?”

“Is anything right with you?”

Iz narrows her light brown eyes and crosses her arms across her chest. She studies me, her eyes flitting to each of my features, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

“Don’t do your body language shit on me!” I sit up straight.

“You’re guilty but confused. No, wait.” She tilts her head to the side. “Aha. You’re confused because you should be feeling guilty, but you’re not. You think you’ve done something bad, but it felt good at the time. And now you want to talk to me but you’re incredibly freaked out I’ve worked out how you’re feeling by the way you’re sitting.” Her smile evolves into a grin.

Bitch.

“Am I right?”

I sigh. “Yes. You’re right.”

“Oh, this is good.” She kicks my door shut and bounces across my room, jumping onto my bed next to me. She tucks her legs under her and stares at me. “So. What did you do?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I mumble. “Uh… I… Um…”

“Yes?”

“Um.”

“Spit it out, Ky!”

“I kissed Roxy!”

The words spill from me, and I hang my head back as soon as I’ve said her name. Iz’s mouth drops open.

“You did… what?”

“Don’t make me say it again,” I plead and tap my temple. “I’m already fucked up in here, don’t make me be the same way out here too.”

“No, I know what you did. I just… You shocked me. Kind of.”

“Shocked you? Not the great Dr. Iz who can tell someone’s feelings with a mere glance?”

“Shut it.” She shoves my arm. “Obviously I could tell there was some serious tension there but I didn’t realize it was quite that strong. So…”

“Here we go. Do I have to pay you an hourly rate for this session?”

“Half price,” she replies without missing a beat and winks. “Seriously though, bro. You’re guilty because… Why?”

I push myself back so my back is against my wall and bend my knees, staring out of my window. “She’s Cam’s sister, isn’t she? Like… His baby sister. The one girl he loved more than anything.”

“And if he wanted anyone to kiss her, surely it would be you?”

“Yeah, but h
e made me promise I’d protect her, Iz. I’m doing a stellar job at it. How am I meant to protect her from the dicks she insists on hanging with if I can’t even protect her from myself?”

She doesn’t speak for a moment, letting my question hang in the air between us. And it does hang – heavily. Like no one really wants to answer it.

“Who says you have to protect her from you?” she whispers. “Besides, the best way to protect someone is to have them by your side.”

Ain’t that the truth?

“I dunno. If I were Cam, I’d want to punch me.”

“But you’re not Cam, are you?”

I drag my eyes from the window to hers, and hold her gaze. “It would be easier if I was. Then I wouldn’t be stuck in this shitty place where I have no idea what to do. No idea how to make sense of what I feel.”

“So talk to him.”  Iz shrugs like its simple.

“He can’t exactly talk back. Have you forgotten--?”

“He’s dead, I know. But, Ky, death doesn’t have to mean he’s gone. Because he’s not, not really. He’s still here – that’s obvious by the way you’re feeling.” She slides off my bed and stuffs her hands in the pockets of her shorts. “Call me crazy, but I bet if you went to his grave and just let it all out you’d feel better. After all, there’s no one to answer you back, is there?”

~

“I’m a dick, aren’t I?” I ask the marble headstone in front of me like it’ll answer. If it could, it would agree. If it could, it’d probably create a stone fist and slam into me.

It’s silent here. There are no people, no birds, no wind. It’s just me, my words, and my dead best friend. It’s just the sick feeling in my stomach when I think about the last time we were sitting together.

“Shaving cream? In her shampoo? Again?” Cam had looked at me.

I shrugged. “It’s the best one, and you know it.”

“Do you ever think we should grow up and stop the pranks one day?”

“Yeah, one day, but that isn’t anytime soon.” We both grin. “Come on. Let’s do this one more time.”

“You know this is on you, right?”

We stand and I hold my arms out. “Always is, man. Always is.”

And now I’m sitting next to his dead body, expecting responses that’ll never come.

Did I want Roxy back then? Was there a small part of me than recognized something the rest of me didn’t? Have I secretly always wanted Cam’s sister to be more than that?

“You’d know the answer, wouldn’t you? You always fucking did. You knew shit before everyone else did.” I run my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath. “What do I do, man? How do I protect her when the only reason I wanna do it is for a selfish one? If you could see her now…” I let out a sad laugh. “You’d have her locked in a basement somewhere ‘til she sorted her shit out, y’know? She’s bad, real bad, but I dunno what to do. I can’t keep rocking up to these parties and dragging her away.

“I could talk to her, I guess. Talk her down instead of yelling at her ass. But we both know how well that works. She’s stubborn as fuck and does whatever the hell she wants to. Worth a shot though, right?” I shrug. “Option two, – fuck me this is like finals all over again – keep dragging her out of those goddamn parties and show her what she’s doing. How she’s wasting her life. Agreed?”

I wait for a moment in silence, still expecting that answer. Still expecting his voice to laugh at me and tell me to shut the hell up.

“And the last option… the last chance… walk away from her.” I swallow even at the thought. “I turn around and leave her alone, hoping it’ll knock some sense into her. Drastic, but sometimes that’s all she’ll react to, isn’t it? Like the shaving foam in the shampoo bottle. That was always a pretty damn dramatic reaction.”

His name stares back at me, taunting me, and I chew the inside of my cheek.

Three options. Three chances. Three attempts at getting it right.

Three different opportunities for her to kick my ass.

“Better get started then, eh?” I stand and pat the top of his stone. “See ya later.”

Odd how we talk to dead people like they can still hear us. I guess a part of us wants them to hear us, wants to believe they can.

I know I want to believe he can hear me and agree with me.

My feet take me in the direction of the café, and I try to figure out what I’m gonna say. Unsuccessfully. What do you say to the girl you pinned up against her shed wall and kissed the hell out of last night?

Certainly not “Hi, how are you today?”

I shake my head and push open the café door, stopping in the doorway. Roxy’s standing behind the counter, the twins in front of her, and she’s laughing with them. There’s a lightness to that laugh.

Her blue eyes find mine when the twins turn around. My gaze collides with hers across the café, holding her eyes to mine. She swallows, her lips parting, and I walk toward her.