for another, one who was even more handsome. My cheeks heated again just thinking about Devon. And of course, Nigel thought I was blushing because of him.
“Do you mind?” He pointed to the couch behind him.
“Of course not.” I inched closer and ended up sitting on a small folding ladder, since I didn’t feel like giving him mixed signals by sitting beside him.
Nigel started a conversation, telling me about his job and asking a little about me. I answered politely, but didn’t ask much, all the while stealing glances to the front door and my phone, wishing Devon would either burst in or text me.
But he did neither.
In fact, he didn’t even come for dinner. Instead, we ended up entertaining Nigel, who seemed intent on pleasing me. Lia pushed me toward him, as if we were a match made in heaven, totally ignoring my signs to stop this nonsense. Sabrina and Kevin were either oblivious to it all, or they simply didn’t care.
After dinner and dessert, Lia suggested I walked Nigel out to his car.
My belly tensed the moment I stepped out onto the front porch, following Nigel. What if Devon saw me with Nigel? What if Nigel tried something while Devon was watching?
I halted at the top of the front steps. Nigel realized I hadn’t followed him after a few seconds and turned around.
“Everything okay?” he asked, returning. He stopped at the bottom of the steps, just a couple of feet away.
I wanted to push him away, to step back and put more distance between us, but I was afraid of being disrespectful. Nigel had been nothing if not polite tonight. There was no reason for me to be rude to him.
“Yes,” I said, standing my ground.
“Kenna …” He paused. He took the first step, putting his head at my height, and so, so close. “I—”
“Hey.”
I pivoted, my eyes wide at the incoming figure.
Like a predator, Devon stalked from his front porch to mine.
Devon
Waking up in the morning and not finding Kenna in bed with me had been a fucking hit to my ego. What the fuck happened and why had she left? Did she regret sleeping with me?
I got up from bed in a bad mood and went about my day as if I had a stick shoved into my ass. I kept glancing at my phone, expecting a text from her, explaining why she had left, or asking me to come over.
Nothing.
I went out for a long run twice since it was the only way to burn off my frustration and calm down. But even that didn’t last long. All I wanted was to check on her, but I acted like a child and refused to cave first.
Until I saw the car parked beside Lia’s. Who the fuck had come for a visit? I kept spying from the side window, but couldn’t see much. Whoever was here stayed past dinner.
Then, Kenna walked the person out the front door.
Nigel.
My blood boiled with jealousy, and before I realized what I was doing, I left my house and marched to hers.
“Hey,” I snapped, catching the attention of both of them. Nigel instantly took a large step back, and Kenna stared at me with huge eyes, as if caught red-handed.
Nigel straightened his back. “Good evening, Devon.”
I wasn’t in the mood for bullshit. I climbed the front steps and halted right beside Kenna, my body touching hers. If he didn’t get the hint, then he was a bigger fool than I first thought.
“What brings you here?” I asked, a discernable bite in my voice.
“I came to visit Kenna and Lia.” His gaze shifted between Kenna and me, a question in his eyes. Then, it fell on Kenna. “Thank you for your hospitality, Kenna. I’ll talk to you some other time.”
“Good night, Nigel,” she said, her voice tight.
The moment Nigel backed out of the driveway and started down the road, I turned on Kenna. “So that’s what you were doing all day? You sneaked out this morning so you could spend the day with him?”
She pressed her hand over my mouth. “Shhh. Someone will hear you.”
I pushed her hand away, but held on to it, afraid she would get away again. Since when had I become obsessed with a girl? I wasn’t human, for fuck’s sake.
And yet, I couldn’t ignore them. I couldn’t ignore her.
I tugged her closer to me. “What? You don’t want anyone finding out about us?”
She tilted her head up, closer to me. “Is there an us?”
I reached up and