I grinned.
And Kat quickly lost her patience. She planted her hands in my chest and pushed—pushed hard. I didn’t budge. My grin turned into a smile. “Asshole,” she muttered.
She made me laugh. I really should have moved out of the way, but she was just so much fun to tease and I hadn’t laughed this much in a very long time. I think deep down, neither had she. “You have such a mouth on you,” I told her. “Do you kiss boys with that thing?”
Her cheeks turned bloodred. “Do you kiss Ash with yours?”
“Ash?” My smile disappeared. “You would like to know that, wouldn’t you?”
Kat smirked. “No, thank you.”
I didn’t believe her for one second. I leaned in until only a few inches separated us. The scent of peaches and vanilla surrounded me. “You aren’t a very good liar, Kitten. Your cheeks get red whenever you lie.”
My brain clicked off when her cheeks turned an even brighter color. Before I knew it, my hand was wrapped around her arm. I wasn’t gripping her. No. I was holding her, and her skin was warm under mine. I dragged my gaze to hers, and I couldn’t look away.
Energy coursed through my body, causing my skin to hum. Tension practically crackled between us, and damn, it was hard to ignore that.
Part of me didn’t want to. “I have a strange idea that I should test this out.”
Her gaze slipped to my mouth. “Test what?”
“I think you would like to know.” I grazed my hand up her arm, swallowing a groan when I felt her shiver. I stopped at the nape of her neck, under the heavy veil of hair. In the kitchen light, her hair was a deep brown, but I knew out in the sun, it was streaked with red. “You have beautiful hair.”
“What?”
Yeah, that kind of came out of nowhere. Weird.
“Nothing.” I slowly worked my fingers through the strands, and hell, they were as soft as I imagined. And yep, I’d imagined how it felt before. An ache filled me.
When my eyes made their way back down, I saw that her rosy lips had parted. She looked like she was waiting for a…for a kiss, and God, she was…
Damn. Kat was…she was beautiful.
A beautiful pain in my ass.
It took every ounce of energy I had to not lean down and kiss her. But that would be a bad idea on so many levels, I couldn’t count them all.
Slipping my hand out from her hair, I reached behind her and picked up a bottle of water I’d left there earlier. Her eyes widened as she slumped against the counter.
I turned back to the kitchen table before she could see me smiling. “What was it that you were asking, Kitten?”
“Stop calling me that.”
I took a drink as I faced her. “Did Dee pick up a movie or something?”
“Yeah,” she said, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. “She mentioned it earlier in class.”
“Well, come on. Let’s go watch a movie.”
Kat actually listened and followed me into the living room; she lingered in the doorway while I found a DVD near Dee’s schoolbag. Picking it up, I saw what it was and flipped it over. “Whose idea was this?”
Kat shrugged.
I read the description and then muttered, “Whatever.”
She cleared her throat as she inched into the room. “Look, Daemon, you don’t have to sit and watch a movie with me. If you have other things you want to do, I’m sure I will be fine.”
Glancing up from the movie, I shrugged. “I have nothing to do.”
“Okay.” She hesitated for a moment and then walked over to the couch.
I popped the movie in and then sat on the other end of the couch. The TV came on, and Kat’s sharp glance brought a smile to my face. My smile spread when I looked over at her a few seconds later and found her staring at me. “If you fall asleep during this movie, you’ll owe me.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Just watch the movie.”
Kat’s gaze flipped to the TV, and after a few moments, I shifted to get comfortable. It was hard, because I was so damn aware of her sitting right there. I’d already forgotten what the movie was about by the time the first scene appeared on the screen.
And that was about how long I lasted without finding myself staring at Kat.
Chapter 17
I didn’t sleep well Tuesday night, so after snagging the obsidian blade off my dresser, I’d ended up doing patrols at three in the morning. There had been no sign of Arum nearby, but I knew it was only a matter of time before another one was seen. I wanted to catch it before it caught us.
Or Kat.
Wednesday morning was a blur, and for the most part, I was too distracted to put much effort into annoying Kat. She got one pen poke from me and that was all. My mind was in a dozen or so different places. Last night I had thought a lot about Dawson. I had thought a lot about Dee and how I knew she wanted to leave this area. I had thought a lot about what the Thompsons or Matthew would do if they found out about Kat. I thought a lot about her.