Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,67
ready. Wasn’t ready to see him. Wasn’t ready to remember all the things he did to me that night. Wasn’t ready to feel this way when he touched me.
“Say what you want, we both know the truth.”
“The only truth I know is that you’re delusional.” I open my car door. Almost there. “Oh, and if I were you, I’d hurry up on that.” I wave in the direction of the box in his hand. “I’d say things were pretty critical when Cals called.”
NIXON
“Who was that?” Zane peeks from the kitchen as soon as I close the front door, a water bottle in his hand. His eyes, bulging out of his eye sockets, fall down to the box I’m still clutching tightly in my hand. “Dude, why do you have tampons?”
I shake my head.
I’m so not ready to explain this.
Whatever this is.
The last person I expected at the door was Yasmin. But of course she’d appear when I least expected her. I guess I should have been used to it by now.
I had to go back home to take Mom to a few appointments, so I haven’t been around much. Not that I expected a different reaction.
Just one night.
That’s all she wanted and all I could give her, but I couldn’t deny that there was something in Yasmin that drew me in, making me want more. More than she wanted, and more than I could give her. Because fuck it, we’ve been so good together. More than good, really.
Hayden descends the stairs. “Hey, have you seen…” His eyes fall down to my hands. Or more exactly, the box in them. Has nobody in this house ever seen tampons before? “Do you have something you want to share, Nix?”
“These are for your girlfriend, asshole.”
“W-what?” he chokes out.
“Your girlfriend? The one you were just asking about?”
“Why do you have her tampons?”
“Because Yasmin just delivered them a minute ago.”
“So that was Yasmin at the door?” Zane asks, his brows shooting up.
“Don’t even start,” I warn, not wanting to get into this again with him.
He lifts his hands in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t say anything.”
“Didn’t say what?” Hayden looks between the two of us, frowning.
“Nothing.” I thrust the box into his hands, not giving them a chance to continue this discussion. “Get this to your girlfriend, will ya? I’m going to take a shower.”
A freaking cold one at that.
Chapter Twenty-Four
YASMIN
“So what do you have planned for spring break?”
“Mm-hmm…” I murmur, more interested in playing with the food on my plate than participating in this conversation.
Seriously, what’s the point in keeping up with this charade? I don’t want to be here. I know that, and he knows that. So what gives?
I honestly believed he’d give up by now, but nope, Coach is as stubborn as ever, insisting we keep our weekly dinners.
“Yasmin?”
“Huh?” My head snaps up at the change in his tone. It’s not hard per se, but there is an edge to it that isn’t there usually. Has he finally had enough of me? Will this be the day he’ll tell me to get the hell away and don’t come back? “You asked something?”
He runs his fingers through his dark hair peppered with gray, sighing in exasperation. “I was asking about your plans for spring break.”
“I’ll probably go home.” I shrug, pinching a piece of chicken on my fork. I’ve been so busy with my classes and work that I haven’t had time to even think about it, but home always sounds good. I’d get to see Mom and catch up with Grace. Maybe we can even drive down to the beach. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
“How about you stay here?”
What is he talking about? I frown as his words settle in my mind. “Here? What would I do here?”
“I was thinking maybe we could do something. Together.”
“What?” My fingers grip the fork so tight the silverware digs into my skin.
“We could go hiking or…”
“And why would we do that?” I grit through clenched teeth. Where is this coming from? I seriously don’t understand him. Why is he pushing this so hard? He didn’t have a problem walking away the first time around. Why be stubborn now?
“I want to get to know you, Yasmin, and you aren’t making it any easier,” he says slowly, rationally, but I can see the vein throbbing on his temple. He isn’t as calm as he tries to project.
“Easier than you ditching Mom when she was pregnant with me, you mean?” I bite out harshly.