Page 94 of Bad Influence
“It’s not bad,” Killian says. “I had four long-term relationships and a few casual ones.”
“Which one hurt the most when you broke up?” I ask.
“Where is this curiosity coming from?” Killian asks, tilting his head. The wind plays with his hair, and I reach up, pushing it away from his forehead.
“I want to know these things about you,” I say. “You know mostly everything about me.”
Sometimes our relationship feels very unbalanced. Killian seems to have gotten every detail of my life while I barely know anything about his. He exhales and presses a kiss against my forehead, which I take as his acquiescence.
“I wouldn’t say it hurt, but the second affected me the most,”he answers. “It was the longest one, lasted almost three years and in the end, she broke up with me because it wasn’t enough for her.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. Settling my hands on his waist, I press closer to him. I can’t imagine him feeling lonely after being dumped.
“It was a long time ago and she made the right decision.”
I have no choice other than to believe him even though I want to argue that leaving Killian can never be the right choice. But I wasn’t a part of the relationship, so I don’t know what Killian was like when he was with his ex.
“Which was the messiest relationship?” I ask.
He laughs dryly. “Definitely the fourth. We fought a lot, and she broke up with me after she found?—”
He breaks off mid-sentence, shifting uncomfortably.
“What did she find?” I ask.
The ferry turns, making its way towards the dock. The city starts to get closer and closer.
“Nothing,” Killian says.
“It was something. I can tell from your face.”
“It was nothing. This is just my hunger face.” Killian raises his eyebrows pointedly.
“Well played,” I acknowledge. I lean up to whisper in his ear. “Was it body parts?”
Killian laughs, his hands coming to rest on my waist. “It’s not that. Actually, if it had been, she wouldn’t have been nearly as upset.”
I gasp at the revelation. “What was it, then? Was it porn? Do you have a secret porn addiction?”
Killian looks down at me, his blue eyes full of amusement. “Yes, Caroline, that’s exactly it. I have a secret porn addiction.”
“I knew it! I knew you’re too good to be true.”
“You figured me out,” Killian says in a deadpan voice.
“What do you want in return for telling me what she found?” I ask.
Without hesitation, Killian lowers his head and presses his lips against my ear. His breath fans across my neck, making me shiver. “How about you stop asking these questions and I’ll lick your pussy tonight until you pass out?”
I make a sound in the back of my throat which can only be classified as a squeak. Killian straightens, smirking with satisfaction. A promise like that is enough to shut me up.
“Just so I’m clear, what kinds of questions can I ask?”
My cheeks and ears burn, and I know it doesn’t have anything to do with the sun above us, and all to do with someone’s son in front of me.
“You can ask me anything except about what we just discussed,” Killian says.
I see. I bite the inside of my cheek wondering what the hell his ex found that was bad enough to break up with him. He said they fought a lot and if that wasn’t enough to lead to a breakup, whatever she found must have been really bad.Really, really bad.
