“I’m not sorry about it, and no, I’m not giving them back. You don’t need them. Now go change for bed,” he orders.
Again, I should be going off, but I’m not. Instead, I walk past him and head toward my bedroom with a giant smile on my face to change my clothes. If I thought I was attracted to Kane before, I’m not sure what the hell it is I am now.
5
Kane
To say I’m on edge is the understatement of my life. I finally cracked. I hadn’t seen that coming. I knew it was only a matter of time before I did, but I was sure it would be something else to send me over the edge. I thought it might be some asshole getting handsy with her at the bar or something.
What I hadn’t banked on was it being the hurt I saw on her face when she thought I didn’t want her that finally drove me over the edge. How could she not have known?
I could see it all play out on her face. She thought that I didn’t think she was good enough. Addilyn is good at hiding her emotions. It took me a bit to be able to read her. She might be able to hide some things on her face, but the body gives tells too.
At the diner, she was so hurt she hadn't had time to mask it from me. I’m sure the alcohol had something to do with that too. Part of me is hoping she doesn’t remember all of it. She should be screaming for me to leave, but she didn’t protest one bit when I gave her the order to go change for bed. I expected her to give me some pushback the way she normally does.
Addilyn loves to keep me on my toes. I don’t always know what I’m going to get from her. Just when I think I’m getting good at reading her, she throws me a curve ball.
I have no clue what to make of her reaction to my confession earlier. I’m not even sure what came over me that night. All I know is when I walked her to her door last weekend, I did not want the night to be over. I’m greedy when it comes to her. I want to spend every minute I can in her presence, but I know I have to ease her into it.
Once I’d gotten inside, I didn't want to leave. It’s getting harder every time. I asked to use the bathroom after she’d changed. When I entered her bathroom, there was no missing the pile of clothes or the pink lace panties that stuck out of the corner. My eyes had zeroed in on them.
I took them without a second thought. There had been no debate or me trying to talk myself out of it. If anything, my fucked-up head told me that they belonged to me. Every damn night, I touch those things like they’re some precious treasure. This is what she’s done to me. This is so far left of anything I’ve ever done in my life. Something inside of me has snapped, and worse, I still don’t give a shit. I don’t regret any of it.
“Kane.” Addilyn calls my name, stepping out into the hallway. “I might have stolen something too.”
I flip the light on in the hallway to see her standing there in a dark blue shirt with the number 10 on it. I haven't seen that shirt in forever. Not since college when I played baseball on a scholarship. I have no clue how the hell she even got her hands on it.
“Where did you get that?” I clear the space between us. The erection I’ve had since I saw her on the bar dancing tonight grows more painful. I should be used to the sensation by now, but damn, she looks so fucking good. Seeing her in only my shirt with her legs bare is killing me. Addilyn might be short, but her legs are flawless. Everything about her is. My fingers itch to push that shirt up her toned legs. There isn’t one thing about her that doesn't do it for me. I couldn't have created a more perfect woman for myself if I tried.
Hell, I didn’t know the type of woman I wanted until I saw her for the first time. From that moment on, there was no doubt she was it for me. From the top of her shiny pink hair all the way down to her rainbow painted toenails.
“When we were doing some wedding stuff over at your dad’s place for Ollie, I might have gone into your childhood bedroom and peeked around a bit. And maybe this”—she pulls at the shirt—“may have somehow made it into my bag.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” I wrap my arm around her, pulling her into me. She shakes her head no.