Page 60 of Broken Lies
He finally looks at me, and I suck a breath as his dark eyes meet mine. They flicker with something unreadable before he sighs and tucks his phone into his pocket.
“You’re right. I’ll do better.”
I blink.
I wasn’t expecting him to actuallyagreewith me. “Okay, then… Uh… Good.”
I force myself to look away from Kieran before my body decides it would be a great idea to try and kiss him again and decide to go and scope out the bedrooms. I might be in Vegas, but I still have one last final to study for, so the sooner I get unpacked, the sooner I can crack open my books.
Except walking into the bedroom hits me like a punch to the gut.
I take it back. This place isn’t heaven.
It’s actually the fiery pits of hell.
“Oh no. No, no, no.”
My eyes land on the super king-sized bed in the center of the room, with its freshly pressed white sheets and plush pillows and the scattering of rose petals that cover it.
My stomach bottoms out.
I want to laugh and cry, all at the same time.
Kieran appears behind me, but I don’t glance at him. I don’t need him seeing the dark pink blush that is now staining my cheeks as I stare at the enormous bed that apparently we are meant to share.
“Fuck’s sake.”
“I thought we would have separate beds, at the very least.” My throat is painfully dry, and I can barely get the words out.
“So did I, but Ronan was in charge of the booking. If this is his idea of some kind of joke, I’m going to fucking kill him when we get back to New York.”
My stomach twists as I continue to stand frozen, staring at the bed as if it might swallow me whole if I were to even approach it.
“I’ll take the chair,” Kieran eventually says, stepping past me and crossing over to drop his bag onto the armchair in the corner.
It’s fairly large, but not large enough for his hulking great frame to stretch out on.
“You’ll break your spine if you sleep on that.”
“It’s better than you being uncomfortable.”
I stare at Kieran.
I don’t know if he’s actually being considerate or if this is some passive-aggressive jab because I pulled away from him after the kiss.
Knowing Kieran, it’s probably the second one.
I open my mouth and consider blurting out the secret that’s been on the tip of my tongue since last night. My shamefulsecret. The reason I’m apparently so valuable I can be traded for territory.
Maybe if he knew the truth of why I pushed him away, he would be more understanding…
That’s why I panicked and pulled away. Not because I didn’t want him to kiss me, but because I was terrified of what it would lead to. I know Kieran’s no virgin himself, and the thought of him not enjoying himself because of my lack of experience is nothing short of mortifying.
My cheeks flood with color, and I push the thought away.
I shouldn’t even be entertaining such ideas because it’s never going to happen, and the fact that I was even considering coming clean about the fact that I’m a virgin just because I felt bad for bruising Kieran’s ego is honestly laughable.
I need to get it together and remind myself that any information I give to Kieran, he will only end up using against me anyway. We might be fighting on the same side, but in his eyes, I will always be the enemy.
