"Bullshit, Christopher."
I cringe at the sound of my full name.
"Something is up between you two. Something besides your cock." He stares into my eyes. "You've been miserable since the tour ended. And somehow she's competing with you for pissiest person in the room. What happened?"
Still, I say nothing.
"You kiss her?"
Nothing.
"Fuck, you did." He looks at me. "You touch her?"
"You really want details about what I did to Piper?"
"Yeah, but I understand this isn't the time." He shakes his head. "You make her come?"
I nod.
"She make you come?"
"No." Not yet.
"At least you were generous." He runs his hand through his sandy hair. "Fuck, Kit... how did you get from making her come to making her this pissed?"
"I left."
"You better fix this."
That I know.
What I don't know is how.
Chapter 15
Piper
I absorb none of the music. I completely ignore every guy Joel brings over to talk to me.
All night, my eyes stay glued to Kit.
He doesn't want to be with me, fine.
But this whole we shouldn't talk for a while thing?
No.
Fuck that.
Fuck him.
I hate that I still care about him.
I hate that I still want him.
I hate that I would gladly lose my virginity to him in the very dirty bathroom if he would lean close enough to ask.
After the show, I'm too mad to drive. I give my keys to Joel and demand the backseat. I can't think. It's dark and the air is warm and by the time we're parked on my block, it smells like salt.