Eliah Greenwood

“You still cook? I kind of figured you’d have a personal chef on speed dial now.”

“Oh, I do, but Kane insisted on getting his own chef here from LA. Sue’s supposed to arrive Monday.”

I was kidding, but okay.

“Did they say how long the food was going to be?” I ask when the hunger pangs get unbearable.

Evie pours herself another drink. “She said it’d be at least an hour. They’re swamped.”

An hour?

I might eat the purple wallpaper before then

But when I saw Hadley get sick?

Jesus, I would’ve set myself on fire if it could’ve made her feel better.

“Can you please get out?” Hadley begs for the eighth time in a matter of minutes.

“No.” I tell her the exact same thing I’ve told her the last eight times she asked.

he inches forward, invading my space like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and says, “Because I know exactly what I want right now.”

Mayday, Mayday.

“You ruined my life by not being in it, Hadley. So, yes, fucking apologize to me.”

There are kisses…

And then there are make-the-earth-shake kisses.

This isn’t happening, my pride screams, but my body’s already answered his call, and when a noise I can only describe as carnal tears from his throat, I put my voice of reason in time-out.

“First kisses are such a pain.”

I scoff, Kane’s devastating kiss playing on a loop in my head. “Don’t I know it.”

Her features twist with confusion, and she points a finger at me, squinting as she says, “Excuse me, ma’am, what does that mean?”

Shit.

Did I just expose myself?

“Nothing, I was just agreeing with you,” I lie.

She frowns. “Do you smell that?”

I stop and breathe in through my nose. “No.”

“Smells like a load of horseshit,” she accuses.

This girl knows me too well

W-What the hell is your problem?”

His eyes narrow into slits. “You.”

“What?”

He clenches his jaw. “It’s you. You’re my fucking problem, Hadley. Sharing a house with you is making my life fucking miserable. You happy now?”

Again, what?

Kane Wilder is the biggest mistake of my life.

The one I never learn from.

He’s the bad decision I continuously make.

Letting him in is like drinking from a poisoned cup while knowing damn well it’s going to kill you.

And the worst part?

I drink it all the same…