too.
She entered the room because of Drew’s strange pronouncement about Ian. But now? Now, she just wanted Drew to go home. Then she could vacuum the dirt off her bed.
He got up while mumbling. “I’m getting tired of being prick-teased.”
She wasn’t teasing him. Well… not on purpose. She just stared at her hands as he slammed her bedroom door and left. After waiting a few moments to collect herself, she raced to the hall closet to find the vacuum. Then, at one thirty in the morning, she tidied up her room.
****
Ian never really understood what Kailynn saw in the losers she dated. They all groped her publicly, and each and every time, without fail, she pried off their hands and loudly told them to stop. She didn’t like it. He definitely knew that about her. He knew that talking about hook-ups and conquests between her brothers and him never failed to make her completely ill at ease. But how no one else seemed to pick up on it, he didn’t know. Her mouth went tight, her eyes lowered, and she kind of sunk into herself. She was not into PDA. She was not into even talking about it. She was treated like one of the guys by all of them, yet she was so far beyond any of them, it was laughable. She was kind of prissy, in fact.
If she would finally lose the douche bags, maybe he could think about making his own move on her. But she always had a boyfriend in tow. If she broke up with one, by nearly the next day, she had another. Ian wasn’t interested in trying to squeeze himself into her day turnover. He couldn’t play the role of another jerk she used just to pass the time. He knew she had no intention of settling around here. All of this, and everything that comprised his life were not what she wanted in her life. She looked at it all with such disdain. She didn’t want even a sliver of what his life offered her.
And still, he wanted her. However, he wouldn’t come between her and another man. He wasn’t a jerk like that. He didn’t believe in pursuing any girl that was already claimed by another. He wasn’t a cheater, and never would be. Even if he kept missing his chance, he wasn’t about to horn in on another guy’s girl. Even if the loser didn’t deserve her. That was something he was adamant about.
When she disappeared into her bedroom, he figured Drew had finally convinced her to have sex with him. Ian crushed his beer can under his fist. He was no hypocrite. She and he were not together. They were barely friends, at least, on her end. Ian had sex regularly; so why shouldn’t she? He had no damn right to be jealous.
But he was. He hated how she wasted herself on pricks like Drew Nichols. He grew more than a little curious when Drew stormed out of there at one-twenty-five with his clothes still intact. He wasn’t buttoning or zipping anything before he stormed off and screeched away in that godawful car he drove. Even more curious was Kailynn suddenly appearing in the hall, still clad in the same clothes, grabbing the vacuum and quickly disappearing into her room. What exactly was there about cleaning up after sex that included vacuuming? Huh. Maybe he didn’t want to know. He shook his head and threw his empty beer can into the kitchen trash.
He later decided that getting drunk tonight might be a really good idea. He grabbed another unopened bottle, refusing to swallow the cheap crap his brother drank. Commandeering a lawn chair next to his brother and Jordan, who were still drinking and laughing by the fire, he thought, at least now, he could relax since that screw-off, Drew, was gone.
****
Really? Asleep in lawn chairs? Fortunately, they were the kind one could lay almost flat on. But she didn’t expect to find Ian, Shane and Jordan stretched out, all three in a row, snoring until the sunrise. Last night’s bonfire was now a bed of embers. There were plenty of cans and bottles scattered around them. The night was warm enough, but still. And she rarely saw Ian acting as one of them. With
She entered the room because of Drew’s strange pronouncement about Ian. But now? Now, she just wanted Drew to go home. Then she could vacuum the dirt off her bed.
He got up while mumbling. “I’m getting tired of being prick-teased.”
She wasn’t teasing him. Well… not on purpose. She just stared at her hands as he slammed her bedroom door and left. After waiting a few moments to collect herself, she raced to the hall closet to find the vacuum. Then, at one thirty in the morning, she tidied up her room.
****
Ian never really understood what Kailynn saw in the losers she dated. They all groped her publicly, and each and every time, without fail, she pried off their hands and loudly told them to stop. She didn’t like it. He definitely knew that about her. He knew that talking about hook-ups and conquests between her brothers and him never failed to make her completely ill at ease. But how no one else seemed to pick up on it, he didn’t know. Her mouth went tight, her eyes lowered, and she kind of sunk into herself. She was not into PDA. She was not into even talking about it. She was treated like one of the guys by all of them, yet she was so far beyond any of them, it was laughable. She was kind of prissy, in fact.
If she would finally lose the douche bags, maybe he could think about making his own move on her. But she always had a boyfriend in tow. If she broke up with one, by nearly the next day, she had another. Ian wasn’t interested in trying to squeeze himself into her day turnover. He couldn’t play the role of another jerk she used just to pass the time. He knew she had no intention of settling around here. All of this, and everything that comprised his life were not what she wanted in her life. She looked at it all with such disdain. She didn’t want even a sliver of what his life offered her.
And still, he wanted her. However, he wouldn’t come between her and another man. He wasn’t a jerk like that. He didn’t believe in pursuing any girl that was already claimed by another. He wasn’t a cheater, and never would be. Even if he kept missing his chance, he wasn’t about to horn in on another guy’s girl. Even if the loser didn’t deserve her. That was something he was adamant about.
When she disappeared into her bedroom, he figured Drew had finally convinced her to have sex with him. Ian crushed his beer can under his fist. He was no hypocrite. She and he were not together. They were barely friends, at least, on her end. Ian had sex regularly; so why shouldn’t she? He had no damn right to be jealous.
But he was. He hated how she wasted herself on pricks like Drew Nichols. He grew more than a little curious when Drew stormed out of there at one-twenty-five with his clothes still intact. He wasn’t buttoning or zipping anything before he stormed off and screeched away in that godawful car he drove. Even more curious was Kailynn suddenly appearing in the hall, still clad in the same clothes, grabbing the vacuum and quickly disappearing into her room. What exactly was there about cleaning up after sex that included vacuuming? Huh. Maybe he didn’t want to know. He shook his head and threw his empty beer can into the kitchen trash.
He later decided that getting drunk tonight might be a really good idea. He grabbed another unopened bottle, refusing to swallow the cheap crap his brother drank. Commandeering a lawn chair next to his brother and Jordan, who were still drinking and laughing by the fire, he thought, at least now, he could relax since that screw-off, Drew, was gone.
****
Really? Asleep in lawn chairs? Fortunately, they were the kind one could lay almost flat on. But she didn’t expect to find Ian, Shane and Jordan stretched out, all three in a row, snoring until the sunrise. Last night’s bonfire was now a bed of embers. There were plenty of cans and bottles scattered around them. The night was warm enough, but still. And she rarely saw Ian acting as one of them. With
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