Kick by Dean Ali

Author:Dean, Ali
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Jack

Kick knew she was gorgeous. I liked that about her. She didn’t pretend like she couldn’t see herself in the damn mirror, didn’t act all surprised when heads turned her way. She was aware of the effect she had on guys. Confident in it. Cool with it. And I knew without her saying so that before I came along, she used that power over dudes to get what she wanted from them. Hell, there’s no way a girl could have been as smooth as she was the night we met if she hadn’t done something like that before.

Seeing her wander outside tonight, shoulders shrunken in, eyes cast down, hands tucked in her pockets, she didn’t look like a woman owning her beauty. She looked like a girl hiding from it, maybe even afraid of it. Something inside me twisted and I moved away from the people talking to me. Kick glanced up, looking around warily.

When her eyes found me walking to her, she sighed heavily. It was relief, and even as the twisting inside tightened, a warmth spread too. My body felt light and I wanted to pound my chest in pride. Kick was telling me with her eyes, with her body language, that she needed me. A woman like her. Needed. Me. Fuck, that made me feel more like a badass than a thousand screaming fans.

When I reached her, I rested my hands on top of the ones she still had shoved in her back pockets. Tugging her close, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes drifted down to the space between us. “Can we get out of here?” she asked, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Yeah.” I knew we’d just showed up. I knew I couldn’t escape unnoticed, not anymore. But I also knew Kick needed me. If she wanted out of the party, she could have just left, texted me some excuse. It would’ve have been a shitty thing to do, but I heard the desperation in her voice. She came back into the crowds to find me.

So I took her hand and pulled her back through the house, trying my best to shrug off people’s attempts to stop to talk to me. Townie didn’t push it when I told him we were leaving after just arriving. He glanced at Kick, who still didn’t look quite herself, and nodded at me. “Yeah, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

It was quiet all the way back to her place. She was there with me, but not really. Kick’s focus was elsewhere. I didn’t know if she even registered me beside her as we made our way up to her bedroom. I wasn’t feeling so badass anymore. Actually, I was a little freaked out to see my girl like this. What the hell was going on? The last time she went distant on me like this was the second night at StageFest. After I sang Fireball on stage and called her my girl in front of our friends. I’d thought maybe it’d been too much too fast with us.

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