"Girlfriend?" I muse as she turns around, my eyes still watching her carefully.
"Don't have one."
I turn back to see his eyes staring into mine, his far too sexy grin making my skin heat up, and I almost shiver in response.
"Cold?" he asks while leaning toward me.
"No, um… I just…. I need to get going."
I struggle to slide off the truck gracefully when my legs stick to the tailgate. Suddenly I'm being lifted and sliding down a wonderfully hard body as Kane lowers me to the ground.
Oh damn.
Everything on me is tingling to be touched by him right now, and I'm almost looking forward to the sort of mistakes I could make.
He brushes my hair from my shoulder while wrapping his arm around my waist, and then he starts ushering me through the crowd.
"I'll walk you home. It's late, and you shouldn't be walking back by yourself."
If he really is human, along with his model friends, then I'd be the one protecting him. If he's not human, and I'm being played, my mom is going to kick my ass.
"I'll be fine. You should probably go monitor your party-animal roommates."
He lets free a grin that sends the most heated chills through my bones, making my heart thud loudly.
"So, it's not me you're scared of, but being alone with me? I think you might have a bit of a crush, Alyssa," he teases, his green eyes burning into mine without fear.
I'm such a damn girl.
"Um… I don't… we… I-"
"Look, I'm walking you home. You can't go walking around by yourself this late right now. I'd like to see you again - somewhere other than the missing flyers."
I swallow hard, and he takes my hand in his as he starts pulling me away from the party. Now I want to go to his party.
"So... what about going to your party?" I ask, surprising myself.
"You want to go?" he muses, his smile etching up more.
"Is it going to be like this?" I laugh lightly, trying to sound more respectable than a stammering fool.
"Not at all. It'll be more laid back."
"Then… yeah. I want to go."
Cop lights begin flashing as sirens squeal out, and Kane shakes his head while pulling out his phone.
"You might want to can the after party. The cops are here," he says into the phone, and then he hangs up and turns to me. "How old are you?"
"Um, twenty. Why?"
"You're underage. Come on. I'll get you out of here."
He tugs me through a wooded area, forcing me to quicken my pace. He stays quiet and alert, checking from side to side with each step. I can't help but admire the view he's giving me, letting me walk behind him. I'm so pathetic.
Before I know it, we've hit the sidewalk of the streets.
"That was one hell of a short cut. I wish I had known about it on the way there."