Sticks (Black Addiction #2) by T Gephart

Author:T Gephart [Gephart, T]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B01BZL7G2C
Publisher: T Gephart
Published: 2016-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

“Hey, can I come in?”

I could count the number of times Kenzie had ever come to Max and my place. There had been a few parties but that’s about it, so seeing her on the other side of my security door wasn’t what I expected. Especially not three hours after our last encounter. Not my finest hour.

“I thought you said you were going to call?” I opened the door and stepped to the side. “Come on in.”

I didn’t give a fuck what people thought of me. None. And I really didn’t give a shit if people thought I was stupid, I knew different. And I didn’t live my life with something to prove. But now with Kenzie—it fucking mattered.

We wandered through to the living room, my hand gesturing for her to take a seat.

“I hate how we left things.” She paced nervously, declining the offer of the couch.

“You’re right. It was bullshit. I should never have come down there and spoken to you like that. That was a bad call.”

There were better ways to have handled it; unfortunately I didn’t choose the other options. Pissed, not because she was blowing me off, but blowing me off because she didn’t think I was good enough. Which is why I acted like a sixteen-year-old girl.

“No, you were hurt. I get it. I think you’re great.” She continued to pace, her hands twitchy at her side.

Awesome. Now she was nervous to be around me too. Just another layer of BS to an already shitastic day.

“Can you sit down, you’re making me edgy.” I eased up to her and ran my hands along her arms, moving her closer to the couch.

“Okay.” She smiled, her ass lowering onto the two seater.

Not much better. Her hands locked into place in her lap as she took her seat and waited for me to do the same on the opposite armchair.

Silence.

Fucking great.

“I don’t like seeing you like this.” I leaned forward, knowing we had to somehow fix this shitty situation.

“Like what?” She shrugged, like she had no idea how uptight she was.

“Nervous around me. Quiet. It’s not you.”

“I’m not nervous. You want me to be loud?” she asked with a slight look of confusion.

“Yes, it will make me feel better. Feel free to get crazy,” I offered, hoping it would tease us from this no man’s land we were currently in.

“Fine.” She slowly rose to her feet and started to stomp around dramatically. “Fuck,” she screamed out randomly and picked up a pillow and threw it across the room. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The later ones slightly louder than the first.

“That’s you being loud? You need more bass behind the fucks if you are going to get serious. And one pillow? Really?”

“FUCK.” My voice boomed, echoing off the walls, as I grabbed the stash of Sports Illustrated chilling on my coffee table and pitched them against the wall. The flap of pages rained through the air before falling into a messy heap.

“Impressive.” She smiled. “I can probably do better.” She looked around for something to throw, her eyes falling to the television remote.

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