Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,40

until Kylo pushed me back with a hand to my chest.

“Stay, I’ll get it.” He slipped out of bed, his feet slapping down on the hardwood floor as he walked down the hall.

It’d been only two nights I’d had him in my bed, and already I knew I wanted more with him. I liked knowing he was here, enjoyed seeing him when I woke. Was this moving too fast? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t stressing over it. I was a “go with the flow” type of guy.

Did Kylo know that he was the only person I’d had sleep over? I wondered what he’d think if he did know. Would he freak and walk out, thinking it was too serious, too fast? He could, which was why I wasn’t going to say anything.

I doubted I could even explain it right anyway if he asked why it was him and not any of the others, because I wasn’t sure myself. But I didn’t feel the pressure from being with him I felt with women.

Kylo entered and waved a packet of painkillers my way. “You right to sit?”

I nodded and showed him how good my abs were by pushing the blankets down, so he was free to see them work when I slowly sat up in a crunch.

He rolled his eyes. “Very impressive.”

I winked. “I thought so.”

He picked up the glass on my bedside table I’d filled the night before as I shifted back to lean against the headboard. I took the drink of water, then the tablets he held out. I swallowed them and put the glass back down.

“Get back into bed. It’s too early.”

“Or I could head home and help Boom clean out the garage. He’s been bitchin’ about it forever.”

I was already shaking my head. “Nope. You need to pay attention to me all day since I’m hurt.”

He blinked slowly. “I need to pay you attention because you’re hurt.”

Cocking my head to the side, I asked, “Didn’t I just say that?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do I need to pay you attention?”

I chuckled. “Because you like me.”

He groaned and dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“And because you’re my boo-boo bear, who wants to dote on me.” I went to raise my arm and dramatically winced. It hurt a little, but not enough it’d stop me from doing things. Still— “Oh, that hurt. How will I shower on my own? How will I feed myself?”

I opened my eyes; he was already glaring down at me. “Seriously?”

Smiling, I nodded.

His lips twitched. “You’re a fuckin’ fool.”

However, he didn’t leave. “I’m your fool though.”

His jaw ticked, and I knew I’d gone too far. He didn’t see me as his yet. He needed more time to know I wasn’t going to run to the next woman who showed me some tits.

“I’m gonna get some coffee,” he said. I gave him a soft smile and nodded. Again, at least he wasn’t leaving. I watched him walk from the room and rested my head back against the headboard, sighing.

I’d prove to him I wanted to give us a go. One day he’d realize I was serious, maybe in a week, a month, even a year, but I’d wait and enjoy the ride we were on along the way.

I swung my gaze toward the door when I heard footsteps on the front porch. I flicked the covers back and got out of bed when I heard a key being inserted in the lock. I rounded the bed and kicked Kylo’s clothes under the bed when I listened to the front door being swung wide. Then I thought about why the fuck I hid his clothes when he was standing in the kitchen anyway. Not that I would have hidden them for my sake. I was thinking of Kylo, knowing he wouldn’t want a brother to see him half naked in my house.

“Zion, my boy” was called loudly as my mom and dad walked into the house.

Mom spotted me first, her eyes widening, and she cried out, “Zion, your arm,” before rushing me.

“Mom, I’m fine.”

“What happened?” Dad asked while Mom shook me a little. “Jesus, Lucy, he looks injured enough.”

“What did you do?” Mom demanded.

“Just a little accident, nothin’ to worry about,” I told her with a calming smile.

She nodded. “Good.” Then she smacked me in the arm—thankfully, it was the good one.

“What was that for?”

“Bull-pooping me. I’m going to make coffee before I throttle you. Then you’ll come out and explain.” She stormed from the room just