Chapter 3
Faith
Say something Faith, my mind screamed. I’d been so lost in Kill's story I was having a difficult time absorbing everything. My heart was having a tug-a-war with the conflicting emotions of heartbreak and happiness at the perseverance the boys had shown.
I wanted to say something profound, to let him know how much his story affected me, but all my brain could come up with was,“Really? You're going to be humble now? You know you guys are better than pretty good.”
“Oh, yeah, is that so?”
He pulled me up, so he could meet my lips again. My heart sped up, circulating the emotions I had for Kill until it was all I could sense. Before he could pull me in for another mind-drugging kiss, where I would lose all coherent thoughts, I moved away.
“Of course, you guys are fucking fantastic, which is why I'm going to end up with a badass car soon," I responded smugly, not letting him forget his promise. When the JackholeS hit it big, he would give me his Mustang. He pinky-promised, so I was secure he wouldn't renege.
He smiled before crushing his lips to mine. I didn’t fight him, wanting to taste him more than I wanted my next peanut butter fix. This kiss could only be described as hard and demanding, both of us wanting to get as close as we could. I let him take as much as he needed to expel the demons of the past I’d just made him dredge up.
He traced his tongue across my bottom lip, while he held it in place with his teeth. Heat shot straight between my thighs, and my eyes opened in surprise at the burning desire such a tiny movement created. Our gazes locked and his eyes filled with lust, causing more heat to flood through me. We both froze, our lips still pressed together. My body was on top of his as we stared at each other. I felt his mouth slide into a smile under mine.
“What are you smiling at?” I asked, my voice breathless.
My words made my lips brush over his. He winked at me, but didn't pull back.
“You'll figure it out,” he whispered back. He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, settling me back onto his side.
“You confuse the hell out of me, Killer,” I grumbled, causing him to laugh.
“You know, Slick, for being such a smart girl sometimes, you're clueless, but I think I like it that way.”
I playfully shoved him as he continued to laugh. “You are so lucky you're cute, because the obnoxious statements you like to make would annoy a saint.”
“You think I’m cute?” he asked, the grin evident in his voice.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the remote off the bed to find something on TV.
“Hey, what do you think you're doing?” he asked, snatching it away from me. "I just told you my story. I want to know yours. You’ve mentioned some parts of your life, but I think I deserve more information since I just spilled my innermost secrets.”
I laughed at him, moving so I was laying on my side in order to look at him. He held the remote out of my reach, showing me how serious he was in his request. He wore a half-smile, but his eyes searched my face waiting to hear about my childhood.
“I hope the story about how you met your bandmates isn’t your innermost secret, because then you wouldn’t be mysterious anymore. And since you really aren’t as cute as I thought you were, with no mystery you're pretty useless.”
The smile dropped from his face, and he turned serious. “I promise there're still secrets you're not privy to. The mystery will stand, for now. There is some things you don't know.” He gave me his half smile, the intensity of his words causing me to shiver.
“Okay,” I said in a shaky voice, turning his half grin into a full blown smile.
I shook my head, knowing that if I was going to tell him about my mom, I wouldn’t be able to look at him. I was afraid I’d start blubbering while spilling my guts, or kiss him senseless. The latter didn't sound too bad.
I returned to my comfortable position, draping myself over him, and told him about my childhood. The lump in my throat made it hard to talk as I detailed my fourth birthday, the day my mom decided she couldn't handle being a mother and left my father and I for good.
We were still entangled in each other when we heard someone coming up the stairs. I went still and tried to make my breath quieter than it was, making Kill laugh softly.
“Don’t worry, Slick. They have no idea. It isn’t like they do nightly bed checks to make sure we're all in our designated spots.”
“I know,” I whispered back. “I just don’t want to hear it from them; you know how many people have warned me to stay away from you.”
“Who?”
I could tell his jaw was clenched just from the tone of his voice, and I would bet my next pair of shoes his dimples were flashing on and off his cheeks. Before I could answer him, there was a light knock at my door.
I looked up at Kill in panic. D called my name, and I rushed over to ensure he didn’t open my door and catch Kill lounging on my bed.