“Thanks for the help.” I start back to my car when he grabs my hand. His touch shocks me like an electric current traveling straight to my heart.
“I’m sorry I freaked out on you. I felt weird, and I know you were trying so hard to act cool, but I thought maybe it’d be easier for you if I kept my distance.”
“It is what it is, Killian. You should go see your dad. I’m sure he’s wondering how you’re coping or whatever considering...” I jerk my hand away and regret it immediately. I’m desperate for his touch. I crave it, but I won’t beg.
“I talked to Liam the other day.”
“I’m tired, Killian. I want to go home and get in bed.”
“Liri. You’re too damn good for me. You deserve better. I’m no good. My head is in a bad place. I’ll only hurt you. It’s what I’m good at.”
“I don’t want better. All I want is you, but I get it. You. Don’t. Want. Me.” My throat goes dry, and the tears try to start up again. I’m all cried out though. I’m so damn tired.
“Can I drive you home?”
“Not unless you plan to stay. I’ll need my car anyway. I’m planning on driving home for the holiday. We were supposed to do dinner with your dad but…”
“You don’t need to change your plans because of me.”
“You think I want to show up to your dad’s for dinner alone.”
“I’ll come.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like I should.”
“You’re wearing me out with all this push and pull.”
He runs a hand over his hair. “Are you getting in the car or not?”
My head screams at me to walk away, but my stupid heart rules me.
Stupid stupid girl when will you ever learn?
Never…Not where Killian Hendrix is concerned.
Chapter 9
Liri
Getting in the passenger side of Killian’s car brings me pleasure and pain. I yank on my seatbelt and it’s sticking.
“What’s wrong?” Killian gawks over at me as I mutter about his car hating me under my breath.
“The seatbelt sticks sometimes. You usually do it for me.”
He quirks his brow at me but leans across the console.
Our faces are so close together, his perfectly kissable lips centimeters from mine. I close my eyes until I hear the seatbelt click. Killian starts the car, and a thrill shoots through me. Rob Zombie blares through the speakers, and I smile to myself at the sound of the engine growling. Killian revs it a few times and my ass vibrates in the seat. Warmth flows through me. This feels like old times. Only thing missing is his hand on my thigh driving me wild with anticipation.
I watch him wanting to say so many things, but he’s so far away from me, and I’m terrified of pushing him too far. “Weren’t you going to see your dad?”
“I’ll see him tomorrow.” He smirks at me, and I get those stupid butterflies. I wish they’d carry me away to a time and place when Killian remembered that he loves me or somewhere new that would wipe my memory too.
I don’t want to feel anything for him. I don’t want to feel anything at all because it hurts too damn much. Why did I get in this car tonight?
I’m a stupid stupid girl.