He didn’t elaborate or try to start a conversation on purpose. He needed to figure out what the hell he wanted before he did. It felt wrong to talk to K after going up and kissing Kayla last night. It felt even more wrong that he had gone and kissed Kayla after a date with someone else.
He was screwing everything up and he knew it. He didn’t know how to stop though. Kissing Kayla wasn’t something he would regret, now or ever. Unless she stopped talking to him because of it, then he’d regret it.
That was the reason he hadn’t kissed her last weekend. He didn’t want to screw up their friendship, and look at him now—completely screwed. He was dating one woman and kissing another.
After thinking about it for a few minutes with no sudden realization of what to do, he stood and went to his fridge to get some dinner. Too many K’s, and he had no idea what to do about it.
Determined not to think of either one of them, he pulled out some leftover chicken and got to work making himself a plate. It didn’t take long to warm up; he carried it to the bar and ate.
Not taking nearly as much time as he wanted, he looked around for anything else to do. Normally he’d call and talk to Kayla, but that was out of the question, which only brought his mind back to her.
His phone rang, and he snatched it up hoping it was her. Instead, Jake’s name appeared on the screen.
“Hey,” he answered.
“I heard a story about you,” Jake teased.
Evan paled. “What?” It wasn’t that he didn’t want anyone to know, but what if she’d complained?
“Apparently when all the girls hung out this weekend, Kayla told everyone that she thought you were going to kiss her.”
Evan blew out a breath. “Yeah, I know.”
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you then?” Jake asked.
“Because it’s Kayla.”
“So? You want Kayla, and you guys already act like you’re in a relationship anyway.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jake laughed. “Nothing bad. You’re always together, she’s your best friend in everything. Hell, she’s even been your plus-one to the charity thing.”
Evan thought about it; she had. He hadn’t even considered trying to find a date; she was the first one he’d asked. “I don’t know if it would work.”
“Why? You guys have chemistry. And to hear Lauren talk about it, she wanted you to kiss her, man.”
“I did something.” Evan’s voice was quiet.
“What?”
“You can’t tell anyone and that includes Lauren. But she might already know.” She probably did.
There was rustling. Jake was clearly moving around.
“You okay?” Jake asked.
“I don’t know.”
“What is going on? I won’t tell anyone.” Concern was clear in Jake’s voice.
“I went on my date yesterday.”
“Is that it? Was it that bad again?”