“It’s my sister. I’m sorry,” I say as I reach between us and fish my phone out of my pocket. I know who it is because no one else calls me. It’s not like I’ve made a bunch of friends since arriving at Prescott.
“No, of course.”
Rory’s lip curves into a shy smile, and I nod, swiping my finger across the screen to answer the call.
“Ais, everything good?”
My eyes remain on Rory still perched in my lap, and when she sits back on my thighs, brushing across my still hard, aching cock, I suck in a hiss.
“Sorry,” she mouths, wearing a grin that shows she’s not theleast bit sorry for torturing me while I’m on the phone with my bloody sister.
I narrow my eyes at her.
Brat.
“Yes. I was just wondering if you could possibly pick up some migraine medicine? My head’s been pounding for hours, and I still have this physics essay to finish.”
I pull the phone back to glance at the time and see that it’s after midnight.
I wish she would stop staying up half the night to work on homework, but that’s Aisling. She’s terrified of falling behind or getting a bad mark in anything.
“Ais, it’s late. Shelf it till tomorrow, yeah? I’ll stop by the convenience store on my way home and grab something. Be there soon.”
She lets out a relieved sigh. “Thanks, Kill. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
When I press end and drop my phone next to me, Rory’s already sliding off my lap and back onto the space beside me on the couch.
“I guess you probably need to go?”
“Yeah, I need to get that medicine to her.” Even if there’s nothing I’d rather do than stay right here, I have responsibilities. Aisling needs me.
I stand from the couch and tuck my phone back into my pocket, watching as she stands and adjusts her slightly askew sweatshirt.
“I’ll text you?”
She nods, giving me a small smile. “Yeah, of course. I hope she feels better soon.”
I feel like an asshole for having to stop what just happened, intentional or not, but I think it was probably for the best.
I lost my head tonight, something I apparently tend to do when I’m around her.
It doesn’t feel like a mistake, but this can’t happen again.
No matter how much I want it to.
CHAPTER 19
Rory
It was just a kiss.
A heat-of-the-moment kiss.
Just another lesson.
Absentmindedly, I trace my fingers along my lips, recalling the way Cillian’s tongue followed the same route, and desire begins to pool in my lower stomach.
