you.”
Anger flared in his eyes. “You’re lying—blushing cheeks and all.”
The worst case of verbal diarrhea happened. “You were kissing me a few days ago and now you were having fun with Ash? Is this what you normally do? Jump from one girl to the next?”
“No.” He dropped my arm. “That’s not what I do. I don’t .”
“Yeah, I hate to break it to you, but you are doing it.” And so had I. What was I doing? I couldn’t be mad at him when I had done the same thing, but I was. It was ridiculous. “God, I am being such a whiny girl. Just forget I said anything. You can do whatever you want and I don’t have any right—”
Daemon cursed, dropping my arm. “Okay. You have no idea what was going on between Ash and me. We were only talking. She was messing with you, Kat.”
“Whatever.” I whirled around, walking again. “I’m not jealous. I don’t care if you and Ash make alien babies together. I don’t care. And honestly, if it weren’t for this stupid connection, you wouldn’t even enjoy kissing me. You probably already don’t.”
Daemon was suddenly in front of me. I took an involuntary step back. “Do you think I didn’t enjoy kissing you? That I haven’t thought about it every second since then? And I know you have. Just admit it.”
In the pit of my stomach, tight coils thrummed. “What is the point of this?”
“Have you?”
“Oh, for crap’s sake, yes, I have. I do! Do you want me to write it down for you? Send you an e-mail or a text? Will that make you feel better?”
Daemon arched a brow. “You don’t need to be sarcastic.”
“And you don’t need to be here. Ash is waiting for you.”
He cocked his head to the side in exasperation. “Do you really think I’m going to go to her?”
“Uh, yeah, I do.”
“Kat.” He shook his head, his voice a soft denial.
“It doesn’t matter.” I took a deep breath. “Can we just forget this? Please?”
Daemon smoothed a finger over his brow. “I can’t forget this and neither can you.”
Frustrated, I turned on my heel and stalked toward my house. I half expected him to stop me, but after a few successful steps away I realized he wasn’t going to. I had to fight turning around to see if he still stood there. I’d made enough of a fool of myself tonight. Kicked a hissy fit over Ash and Daemon, stormed out of the party, and nearly decapitated Simon. All of this before midnight.
Awesome.
Chapter 10
Turning eighteen wasn’t as exciting as I’d thought it would be when I was a kid, but some pretty cool stuff happened. I made it most of the day not worrying over what had happened last night. Blake called to chat, and I received a shiny new laptop already set up with everything installed.
Before I did anything else, I logged into my blog and wrote a quick “I’m Back!” post. A huge chunk of my life that had been missing returned. Mom had to pull me away from the laptop pretty quickly, though. I spent the rest of the day traveling a great distance with Mom to meet Will at the nearest Olive Garden.
Will was the touchy, feely sort.
I wasn’t sure how to feel. Not once did he take his hand off my mother’s during dinner. It was cute, and he was charming and handsome, but it was just weird to see her with another dude. Weirder than I’d thought it would be. But he did give me a gift card to the local bookstore. Bonus points there.
The customary ice-cream cake was different this year. Will joined us at home for it.
“Here,” he said, taking the knife from Mom. “If you run it under hot water, it’s easier to use.”
Mom beamed up at him like he’d just discovered the cure for cancer. They chatted while I sat at the table, trying not to roll my eyes.
Will placed a slice in front of me. “Thank you,” I said.
He smiled. “No problem. I’m just glad you’re completely recovered from the flu. No one wants to be sick on their birthday.”
“I second that,” Mom said.
She didn’t take her eyes
Anger flared in his eyes. “You’re lying—blushing cheeks and all.”
The worst case of verbal diarrhea happened. “You were kissing me a few days ago and now you were having fun with Ash? Is this what you normally do? Jump from one girl to the next?”
“No.” He dropped my arm. “That’s not what I do. I don’t .”
“Yeah, I hate to break it to you, but you are doing it.” And so had I. What was I doing? I couldn’t be mad at him when I had done the same thing, but I was. It was ridiculous. “God, I am being such a whiny girl. Just forget I said anything. You can do whatever you want and I don’t have any right—”
Daemon cursed, dropping my arm. “Okay. You have no idea what was going on between Ash and me. We were only talking. She was messing with you, Kat.”
“Whatever.” I whirled around, walking again. “I’m not jealous. I don’t care if you and Ash make alien babies together. I don’t care. And honestly, if it weren’t for this stupid connection, you wouldn’t even enjoy kissing me. You probably already don’t.”
Daemon was suddenly in front of me. I took an involuntary step back. “Do you think I didn’t enjoy kissing you? That I haven’t thought about it every second since then? And I know you have. Just admit it.”
In the pit of my stomach, tight coils thrummed. “What is the point of this?”
“Have you?”
“Oh, for crap’s sake, yes, I have. I do! Do you want me to write it down for you? Send you an e-mail or a text? Will that make you feel better?”
Daemon arched a brow. “You don’t need to be sarcastic.”
“And you don’t need to be here. Ash is waiting for you.”
He cocked his head to the side in exasperation. “Do you really think I’m going to go to her?”
“Uh, yeah, I do.”
“Kat.” He shook his head, his voice a soft denial.
“It doesn’t matter.” I took a deep breath. “Can we just forget this? Please?”
Daemon smoothed a finger over his brow. “I can’t forget this and neither can you.”
Frustrated, I turned on my heel and stalked toward my house. I half expected him to stop me, but after a few successful steps away I realized he wasn’t going to. I had to fight turning around to see if he still stood there. I’d made enough of a fool of myself tonight. Kicked a hissy fit over Ash and Daemon, stormed out of the party, and nearly decapitated Simon. All of this before midnight.
Awesome.
Chapter 10
Turning eighteen wasn’t as exciting as I’d thought it would be when I was a kid, but some pretty cool stuff happened. I made it most of the day not worrying over what had happened last night. Blake called to chat, and I received a shiny new laptop already set up with everything installed.
Before I did anything else, I logged into my blog and wrote a quick “I’m Back!” post. A huge chunk of my life that had been missing returned. Mom had to pull me away from the laptop pretty quickly, though. I spent the rest of the day traveling a great distance with Mom to meet Will at the nearest Olive Garden.
Will was the touchy, feely sort.
I wasn’t sure how to feel. Not once did he take his hand off my mother’s during dinner. It was cute, and he was charming and handsome, but it was just weird to see her with another dude. Weirder than I’d thought it would be. But he did give me a gift card to the local bookstore. Bonus points there.
The customary ice-cream cake was different this year. Will joined us at home for it.
“Here,” he said, taking the knife from Mom. “If you run it under hot water, it’s easier to use.”
Mom beamed up at him like he’d just discovered the cure for cancer. They chatted while I sat at the table, trying not to roll my eyes.
Will placed a slice in front of me. “Thank you,” I said.
He smiled. “No problem. I’m just glad you’re completely recovered from the flu. No one wants to be sick on their birthday.”
“I second that,” Mom said.
She didn’t take her eyes
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