Forgiving Lies
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She licked her lips quickly and looked to the side as she rummaged through her bag until she found her keys. Her hands shook as she kept trying to get the key off, and as soon as it was in my hand, she took off. I wondered just what kind of warrants that piece of trash had. Bryce really needed to set higher standards.
I jogged back into the restaurant and found Bryce mopping up the floor. I glared at him as I slammed his key on the bar in front of him. “I’ll talk to you later. Where’s Rachel?”
“Rod pulled her into his office. Look, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know she’d do that.”
“Grow the f**k up, Bryce. You’re a great guy and all, but you’re in your thirties, and you’re still doing the same shit that guys are doing in high school and college. Act your damn age. Get a girlfriend or something and settle down.” I didn’t wait for him to respond, I just walked back to the office. I smiled when I heard Rachel.
“I’m fine. I’ll just clean up, and we’ll all get over it.”
“Rachel, I would feel a lot better if you would just take the rest of the night off.”
“I agree with Rod.” Rachel turned to glare at me and I smirked at her. “You only have a few hours left. Just go home.”
Rod gestured toward me. “You’re outnumbered. Go home. I’m sorry about what happened tonight.”
She huffed and quickly left the office, but I grabbed her arm and brought her back to me when she hit the hallway. “I’m fine, Kash. You’re both being ridiculous.”
“I know you are,” I said softly, and brushed her cheek. She flinched when I touched the red mark. “But you have a handprint on your face, and you’re covered in beer, and I swear to God if anyone touches or looks at you again I won’t be able to stop myself from ripping into them.”
Her blue eyes softened and she momentarily leaned into my hand. “That was actually a really impressive slap. It shocked me.”
A grin tugged at my mouth and I brushed a kiss over her forehead. “I could tell. I’m proud of you for not reacting though. It would’ve just caused more trouble, and since you work here, it wouldn’t have gone over well. What did you call her though?”
“A two-dollar whore.”
God, she was cute. “And she got mad? I think that’s a compliment for her.”
“Right?” Rachel pushed at my stomach. “Go back to work. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sleep well, Sour Patch.”
Rachel
“RACH?”
I looked over toward the parking lot and offered up a small smile as Kash came running over to me.
“Please tell me you haven’t been sitting out here this whole time.”
“Um, I haven’t?”
He closed his eyes and muttered something too low for me to hear. “Is she in there with Mason?”
“Yep, and neither are answering their phones.”
“Shit, I should’ve just come home with you. I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” I struggled to get up but almost fell over from my butt being numb and legs being asleep.
Kash caught me around my waist and held me close until he was sure I could stay standing. My heart started pounding being this close to him again and I prayed to God he wouldn’t hear it. I licked my suddenly dry lips and forced my hands to not curl into his shirt. I could feel the hard planes of his chest beneath my fingers and part of me wanted to run my hands over him, though the other part was telling me I needed to push him back. That voice was very small right now, though.
I’d let my guard slip and somewhere along the way I’d let Kash in. It terrified and thrilled me, but I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. I couldn’t act like my world didn’t practically revolve around him. Like our “lock-out” times together weren’t something I secretly craved. And like I didn’t think about that damn kiss every second of every day. Kash took care of me and treated me like I was the only person in the world who mattered, even though I’d made it clear we could only ever be friends. He wouldn’t be like Blake or Daniel. He’d never hurt me in any way, and he’d always protect me. Tonight was proof.
He cleared his throat and took a step back. “So, lock-out night?” His voice was rough and low, and after a few moments he had to force his eyes from mine before he turned for his apartment.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, lock-out night. Do you mind if I take a shower first? I’m still covered in beer.”
Did Kash just growl?
“None of Bryce’s girls will be bothering you again, Rachel. I promise. And yes, you know you can take a shower, you don’t have to ask. Just grab whatever clothes you need. I’ll get the movie ready. Any preferences?”
I shook my head and started toward his room, but he grabbed my arm and brought me back to him. I could feel the heat coming from his body and tried not to let my eyes flutter shut as I caught a hint of his cologne and cinnamon gum.
“You sure you’re okay after what happened tonight?” His gray eyes searched my face when I could only nod, and he brushed his lips against my forehead; the metal from his lip ring had goose bumps running up and down my body. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop it right away. But like I said earlier, I am proud of you for how you handled it.” He whispered against my forehead and pressed his lips there one more time. “Go take a shower, Rach. I’ll be waiting for you.”
I jogged back into the restaurant and found Bryce mopping up the floor. I glared at him as I slammed his key on the bar in front of him. “I’ll talk to you later. Where’s Rachel?”
“Rod pulled her into his office. Look, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know she’d do that.”
“Grow the f**k up, Bryce. You’re a great guy and all, but you’re in your thirties, and you’re still doing the same shit that guys are doing in high school and college. Act your damn age. Get a girlfriend or something and settle down.” I didn’t wait for him to respond, I just walked back to the office. I smiled when I heard Rachel.
“I’m fine. I’ll just clean up, and we’ll all get over it.”
“Rachel, I would feel a lot better if you would just take the rest of the night off.”
“I agree with Rod.” Rachel turned to glare at me and I smirked at her. “You only have a few hours left. Just go home.”
Rod gestured toward me. “You’re outnumbered. Go home. I’m sorry about what happened tonight.”
She huffed and quickly left the office, but I grabbed her arm and brought her back to me when she hit the hallway. “I’m fine, Kash. You’re both being ridiculous.”
“I know you are,” I said softly, and brushed her cheek. She flinched when I touched the red mark. “But you have a handprint on your face, and you’re covered in beer, and I swear to God if anyone touches or looks at you again I won’t be able to stop myself from ripping into them.”
Her blue eyes softened and she momentarily leaned into my hand. “That was actually a really impressive slap. It shocked me.”
A grin tugged at my mouth and I brushed a kiss over her forehead. “I could tell. I’m proud of you for not reacting though. It would’ve just caused more trouble, and since you work here, it wouldn’t have gone over well. What did you call her though?”
“A two-dollar whore.”
God, she was cute. “And she got mad? I think that’s a compliment for her.”
“Right?” Rachel pushed at my stomach. “Go back to work. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sleep well, Sour Patch.”
Rachel
“RACH?”
I looked over toward the parking lot and offered up a small smile as Kash came running over to me.
“Please tell me you haven’t been sitting out here this whole time.”
“Um, I haven’t?”
He closed his eyes and muttered something too low for me to hear. “Is she in there with Mason?”
“Yep, and neither are answering their phones.”
“Shit, I should’ve just come home with you. I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” I struggled to get up but almost fell over from my butt being numb and legs being asleep.
Kash caught me around my waist and held me close until he was sure I could stay standing. My heart started pounding being this close to him again and I prayed to God he wouldn’t hear it. I licked my suddenly dry lips and forced my hands to not curl into his shirt. I could feel the hard planes of his chest beneath my fingers and part of me wanted to run my hands over him, though the other part was telling me I needed to push him back. That voice was very small right now, though.
I’d let my guard slip and somewhere along the way I’d let Kash in. It terrified and thrilled me, but I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. I couldn’t act like my world didn’t practically revolve around him. Like our “lock-out” times together weren’t something I secretly craved. And like I didn’t think about that damn kiss every second of every day. Kash took care of me and treated me like I was the only person in the world who mattered, even though I’d made it clear we could only ever be friends. He wouldn’t be like Blake or Daniel. He’d never hurt me in any way, and he’d always protect me. Tonight was proof.
He cleared his throat and took a step back. “So, lock-out night?” His voice was rough and low, and after a few moments he had to force his eyes from mine before he turned for his apartment.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, lock-out night. Do you mind if I take a shower first? I’m still covered in beer.”
Did Kash just growl?
“None of Bryce’s girls will be bothering you again, Rachel. I promise. And yes, you know you can take a shower, you don’t have to ask. Just grab whatever clothes you need. I’ll get the movie ready. Any preferences?”
I shook my head and started toward his room, but he grabbed my arm and brought me back to him. I could feel the heat coming from his body and tried not to let my eyes flutter shut as I caught a hint of his cologne and cinnamon gum.
“You sure you’re okay after what happened tonight?” His gray eyes searched my face when I could only nod, and he brushed his lips against my forehead; the metal from his lip ring had goose bumps running up and down my body. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop it right away. But like I said earlier, I am proud of you for how you handled it.” He whispered against my forehead and pressed his lips there one more time. “Go take a shower, Rach. I’ll be waiting for you.”
