Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,28

chin lift as I unlocked the car and opened his door. He climbed in and I shut his door. Would he think he was going home? That I’d drop him off at Boom and Wendy’s?

He’d be wrong.

Not when I had my house to myself. But if he thought we’d be fooling around, he’d be wrong again. I was in the mood to snuggle. I smiled to myself as I walked around the car, because I couldn’t wait to see how Kylo took to being the little spoon.

Chapter Nine

Kylo

It felt like a date. I was having a hard time thinking it wasn’t because he took me to the damn movies and a bar. He knocked back women and got pissed when I checked them out.

Did it mean it was a date? Did it mean he was interested in me as more than just a hookup?

Jesus Christ, what was Saint thinking taking me on a date? Maybe my blow job skills had messed up his mind. I knew I had talent in that area but not enough to change a guy. I’d never been with a straight guy before. I’d only hooked up with men from a gay club, so I was totally out of my element with Saint, to a point I didn’t know what to believe.

I knew we weren’t driving toward my home, but I couldn’t point that out verbally. Did it mean he was taking me to his place? Would it be better if I did open my damn mouth and say I wanted to go home? But did I? I had no fucking clue, which was why I stayed silent and let him pull into his drive. He got out. I did the same and followed him up to the front door, where he unlocked it and entered. As soon as I was through the door, he closed and locked it.

He moved off into the kitchen where the only light shined, and I trailed behind him. “Want a drink?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m good,” I said, and put my hands in my pockets when he faced me.

His eyes ran over me as his lips twitched. “Come on, then.” He walked by me, and I could have gone to the front door, out it, and made my own way home. I didn’t. I followed him, heading to where he’d just switched a light on, knowing it was his bedroom.

The room was smaller than mine. It held a walk-in closet down the end of it, a bed beside the closet door, its headboard up against the wall under the front window. Bedside tables sat on each side of the bed, and a dresser sat on the wall next to the closet doors. A TV and an Xbox were on top of the dresser. It was plain but nice. It suited Saint.

I should have been paying attention to Saint, though, and not checking out the room because then I would have seen him remove his boots and tee. He had his thumbs hooked into his jeans when I looked, and he caught my eyes as he slowly slid them down his legs before kicking them off. He climbed into bed with his boxers on and placed his hands behind his head.

“Grab the light before you jump in,” he said.

Wait… what the fuck was going on here? Did he think I’d spend the night? Why would he want that? My heart danced in my chest. The hair on the back of my neck rose as my nerves kicked up another notch.

I couldn’t stand here like an idiot all night. I either had to walk out or get into bed. If I got into bed, then what? Would we fool around, and then he’d ask me to leave?

I didn’t want to question what was happening as then it’d all be out in the open and real. I wasn’t ready to hear real. If I was honest with myself, I was a little scared to hear what he wanted, where he wanted this to go. And Jesus, that made me the biggest pussy out there.

“Kylo,” Saint called.

“Huh?”

“Stop fuckin’ thinkin’. Get undressed, turn off the damn light, and get in bed.”

His words pushed me into action. I pulled my tee off, toed off my shoes, took off my socks, and then quickly removed my jeans. I left my boxers on like he had before I switched off the light and slipped under the covers.

The room was dark, but there was enough light coming through the window