I laugh. “You’re not wrong, beautiful.” I whisper into the wind.
SEVEN
Lectures and Scary Movies Oh My
My favorite place to be is where they are, unless there's a lecture or a scary movie happening, then it's a nightmare.
-Presley
Throwing a pillow at Kai,I laugh when it smacks him in the middle of his forehead. My victory is short lived when he comes for me with vengeance on his mind. I try to get away but he catches me like he always does.
"Don't tickle me! NO!!"
Of course he doesn't listen, but I secretly love it. Anytime I can be close to one of them it's the best day. I'm pathetic. However, I don't have time for self loathing when my brain isn't working because Kai is near.
Letting go with a screech, he settles on top of me. His long fingers find my midsection and begin their assault. Which is my favorite sense of torture.
My cackles, and his diabolical laughter bounce off the walls of his bedroom. Finally, after I'm out of breath and close to dying he settles back onto the end of the bed. He pulls my feet onto his lap, then hits the play button.
I don't have to look at the movie to know what it is. By the breathing sequence I can tell that it's a Jason movie. He's my least favorite of all of the classic killers. I don't know why they are so obsessed with him but they always have been.
From the light coming off of his big screen tv, I can see the outline of his massive erection. "Look at the screen, Pres, or I'll show you exactly what I'm working with."
Omg!He caught me looking at his dick. Sitting up, I cover my face with my hands as he chuckles. "It's not that big of a deal. Come on, watch this with me."
I grumble, but avoid his heated gaze by finally looking at the tv. "Rub my feet."
"No. I'm still mad at you."
"Kai. Please, you always rub my feet when you make me watch Jason." I whine.
"You're such a brat, lay back down and give me those ugly feet of yours."
I laugh. "No more tickling. Promise me."
"I promise, if I started that back up I'd never be able to get my dick to go down."
Ignoring his comment, I lay my feet back in his lap. It’s not long before I roll my eyes, all because Jason kills a couple of campers that were having sex. “He is so predictable.”
“He is not. He’s a legend.”
"Do we need to talk about tonight?"
"Are you ready for that conversation?" His voice sounds more like a plea instead of a question.
I shake my head. "Nah, I'm good."
But I'm not. Kai may want me for a night, but he'd never want anything long term. He's a man whore. Nothing will ever change that, and my heart couldn't take that kind of rejection from him.
Sometimes sifting through the feelings I have for them can make me feel suffocated. It’s time I learn to start breathing on my own.
He seems unfazed, and continues massaging my feet. "Kai, when are y'all going to allow me to start dating?"
“Kai. Kai!” I narrow my eyes in his direction, when he doesn’t answer my question.
My heart stops before I can let out a scream. Why is he wearing his damn Jason mask while rubbing my feet? When did he even have time to put it on? How can I hate him, but also love him so much?
“You're such an ASSHOLE!" I scream, which makes him laugh.
