Page 81 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“Hey,” Kalen whispers, his face popping into view. The bed dips under his weight and I carefully roll over onto my side. Kalen is stretched out beside me, mirroring my position, head propped up on his arm. He’s looking at me intently, brow creased with concern. “How are you feeling?”
“Bulldozed,” I say through a dry mouth. “Was all that stuff you said true?”
“I’m sorry, Amelie,” he says, dropping his eyes. When he meets me gaze again, it’s full of pity.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t know how.” I don’t know what to say to that. Sure, we slept together and we’ve been close - my feelings for him are maybe even genuine - but I have my secrets too, so I can’t be mad at him for having his own.
“What happened?”
“You passed out. Went down like a sack of shit, actually. Sawyer moved like lightning to catch you,” he adds darkly. There’s no mistaking his jealousy. My heart soars but I’m carefulto keep my expression neutral. “The twins lost their shit and eventually stormed out. Sawyer helped me get you in the car. Once he knew you were okay, he took off.”
“Wait, car? Aren’t we in your room?”
“Yeah we are. My room at my mum’s house. There was no way I was leaving you in that house with that woman! Amelie, you didn’t see her. She went postal. Completely lost her shit and started smashing the place up, screaming. You wouldn’t have been safe there.”
I blink at him, processing, slowly. I don’t know what to say. I’m uneasy being in Maggie’s house - there’s no love lost between us - but I expect that Kalen did the right thing by pulling me out of there. Kalen only knows a little of my history with Laura. Unlike the twins, who know everything.
“Amelie, baby,” Kalen coos softly. He reaches out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You had me so scared. I was so worried when you went down like that. I swear my heart stopped until Sawyer confirmed you had a pulse. You scared us. All of us.” I highly doubt it. I’m pretty sure the incubator was ready to dance gleefully on my grave after I ruined her big reveal. “Even the twins,” Kalen adds.
“It...it made me realise how I feel about you. I really like having a sister-”
“I’m not your sister.”
“You’re about to be,” he argues.
“As if the twins will ever let that wedding happen,” I scoff and Kalen almost cracks a smile. I’ve never seen him so serious before. His easy going, young boyish face looks lost, yet earnest. It makes my heart pang in my chest and I don’t want to think about that.
“Amelie, I like having a sister, but what I feel for you is so much more than that.” My heart starts to beat a little faster,wondering what’s coming. He’s going to kiss me, I’m sure he is. “Amelie, I’m falling for you. Real bad. I think I’m in lo-”
“Kalen! Don’t!” My hand flies out to cover his mouth, like my small fingers can stop the can of worms he’s about to unleash. “Don’t say it!”
“But it’s true. I’ve never felt like this before.” He looks so solemn that I don’t dare contradict him.
He leans in and kisses me, and I let him. He’s saved me from Christ knows what with Laura tonight, and I don’t have the heart to rebuff him. Nor do I want to. I understand how Kalen’s feeling, because as much as I want to deny it, I’ve been thinking and feeling the same thing.
When I don’t push him away, he rolls on top of me and deepens the kiss. He wastes no time bringing his hand up to cup my breast.
“Kalen…” I warn.
“Ssssh, let me make you feel good,” he murmurs against my lips. And it sounds so good - the idea that someone in this world wants to take care of me - that I find myself relaxing into his touch. Melting into it, in fact.
Kalen sees this as a green light and he slips his hand under my shirt. When he reaches my breast he gently pulls down the cup of my bra, freeing my left breast to his warm touch. My nipple instantly pebbles beneath his dexterous fingers as they lightly tease it. I groan in frustration; it feels good, but I need more.
“Fuck you feel good, sis,” Kalen murmurs and I instantly tense and freeze.
“Kalen-” I try to push him off.
“Relax, Amelie, I’m just messing.” He grins down at me with mischief in his eyes and I breathe out slowly and nod for him to continue.
His mammoth cock is pressed against me and I groan. “Kiss me, idiot.”
“Anything you say, baby.” He plants his lips against mine and kisses me with enthusiasm. I love kissing Kalen; his kisses match his personality exactly. They’re fun, playful, unexpected. He never finds a rhythm and he keeps me constantly chasing him, like I’m playing catch-up. It leaves me breathless, frustrated. When he pulls away again, I growl at him.
“Patience, sis. Mum’s out. We have all the time in the world.”
“Kalen, I’m warning you; don’t call me that!”
