Chapter 4
Travis
Istand there, heart hammering in my chest, my brain struggling to process what the hell just happened.
What. The. Fuck.
My head is spinning as I quickly zip up my pants. I look at Anna sitting on top of the freezer in my garage, her mouth hanging open, her expression a mix of disgust and horror as she stares back at me.
It feels like I’ve been kicked in the gut with a steel-toed boot. No one’s ever looked at me like that. Like the sight of me makes them want to vomit.
I can’t be all that surprised though, can I? She thought I was someone else. Some guy named Kyle.
She thought she was making out with Kyle, but the entire time she was making out with me.
Embarrassment slams through me, and my dick wilts even more than it did a minute ago when I was called another man’s name during the single hottest makeout of my life.
I step over to the door to the house and close it. Then I turn back to look at Anna, who’s glaring at me like she wants to murder me.
“What the hell was that?” I say to her.
Her mouth falls open. “What do you mean?”
“What the hell were you doing coming in here and kissing me like that?”
She lets out a scoff-laughing noise, like she’s offended at my question.
She hops off the freezer and adjusts the top she’s wearing. My gaze falls to her chest. Her tits. My mouth waters remembering how sweet she tasted, how she squirmed and whimpered when I had my tongue on her nipple…
My cock starts to get hard again.
Nope. Don’t think about that.
She crosses her arms over her chest and takes a step toward me. “I thought you were Kyle.” Her tone is biting and bitter. Like she’s mad at me for not being whoever this Kyle guy is.
“I’m not Kyle.”
She lets out a bitter laugh. “I can see that.”
A defensive feeling swoops through me. This has never happened to me before. No woman has ever come on to me thinking I was someone else. No woman has ever looked at me like she regretted her entire existence after making out with me.
That embarrassed feeling intensifies and sprouts wings, shredding me from the inside out.
“You wanna explain why you attacked me?” I ask.
Anna’s jaw unhinges. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her look so shocked.
Her eyes turn to daggers as she glares at me. “Really? Attacked you?”
I shrug. “That’s what it felt like.”
A bitter laugh falls from her kiss-swollen lips. My mouth waters, aching to taste her again. Fuck.
This is insane. I don’t even like her. But I like her mouth. I like her body.
And I can’t deny that she’s responsible for the hottest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
She thought I was someone else.
I feel like the biggest loser on the planet. Which is why I’m being so defensive. And kind of a dick.
She straightens up to her full height. “You must really like being attacked because judging from the way you…reacted,” she says pointedly. “You were enjoying yourself.”
She nods at my lap. Anna’s not tall, around five-foot-six. A good nine inches shorter than me. But right now, I feel less than an inch tall with the way she’s calling me out.
I’m an asshole for calling that an attack. It wasn’t. Not even close. Because she’s right. I enjoyed the hell out of it. But I’m not admitting that to her.
“Who the hell did you think I was anyway?” she says sharply.
“Huh?”
“You just go along with strangers who grab you in the dark and make out with you?” She’s looking at me like I’m an idiot.
I tug at the neck of my T-shirt, feeling uneasy.
No way am I going to tell her the truth.
That yeah, even though I was surprised when some woman I couldn’t even see grabbed me and kissed me, I was into it.
That it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone—since I’ve even kissed someone—that I was more than happy to go with the flow, to turn off my brain and enjoy a hot makeout with a stranger.
That I’m so tired from overthinking everything else in my life—hockey, school, family—that for once, it felt really fucking nice not to think. To just feel. To just go with what felt good. To give in to what my body wanted.
No fucking way am I going to say that. That’ll make me sound ever more pathetic and desperate than she already thinks I am.
“I thought you were someone else too,” I lie.
Anna tilts her head like she doesn’t believe me. “Really?”
“Yup. I thought you were this hot little blonde I was talking to earlier. You really think I would have enjoyed myself if I knew I had been making out with you?”
Something flashes in her gaze. It almost looks like she’s holding back from flinching. But then she blinks, and she’s back to looking pissed off again.
“Sounds like we both made a terrible mistake,” she says.
“Yeah. We did.”
She stomps back toward the door to the house.
She starts to walk past me, but she stops and turns to me. “This never happened.”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“And don’t ever mention this to anyone. Especially not my brother. If you do, I’ll chop your dick off.”
I let out a slow breath. Just fucking great.
“You think I want anyone finding out that I hooked up with you?” I mutter.
Her gaze turns murderous. She walks back into the house, closing the door behind her. I fall against the wall, feeling like I did everything wrong.
I made out with the wrong person. I said the wrong things.
I don’t know how long I stay leaning against the wall. It could be minutes, maybe an hour. But that’s how out of it I feel.
I just had the hottest hookup of my life with a woman I can’t stand. And the whole time she thought I was someone else—she wished I was someone else.
An uneasy feeling claws through my gut. I don’t want to think about why that bothers me so much.
I push off the wall and walk back into the house, willing myself to forget what happened between Anna and me.
But I can’t. The sweet taste of her mouth and skin lingers on my tongue. She tasted like sugar. And fuck, did I like it.
She’s all I can think about when I get ready for bed. She’s all I can think about as I toss and turn and get the worst night’s sleep of my life.
In the morning, when I wake up before my alarm, my dick is fully hard, and she’s the first thing on my mind.
I huff out a breath, feeling more restless and confused and annoyed than I’ve ever felt in my life.
This is gonna be a huge fucking problem.