Chapter 4 Kit
KIT
Kissing Will is fine. Perfectly fine. It’s not too wet, he doesn’t use too much tongue, and he’s running his hands down my back towards my ass, which is nice, I guess. I mean, it is kind of cold, so it’s like he’s warming me up.
He tastes like the popcorn we had, sweet and salty, with just a hint of beer… which is weird when we only had lemonade during the movie. But whatever.
It’s nice.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Will murmurs, grabbing my ass firmly. “Let’s take this back to mine.”
“Are your flatmates in?” I gasp as Will tries to spread my cheeks apart, right here outside the cinema. Hasn’t he noticed how tight these jeans are?
“Yeah, but they won’t bother us.” Oh, lovely. “Come on, Kit, you’ve kept me on the hook long enough. I’ve been dying for a piece of this ever since that first party.” He digs in his fingers, just in case there was any doubt as to which piece of me he’s referring to.
Okay, this is getting a little less fine.
“Well, as tempting as that is,” I say quietly as Will mouths across my jaw. “I’m not ready for that—”
“Oh, I’m sure I can change your mind,” he coos. “I promise, I’ll make it good for you, better than anyone before.”
Yeah, no. Absolutely not.
“Sorry, Will, but I think I’m gonna head home. If you could just drop me—”
And he does. Literally. Will drops me so fast, I slip on the frosty pavement. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Well, if I was kidding before, I’m certainly not now.
“No,” I reply slowly.
Will scoffs, rolling his eyes like a petulant child. “You know this is why I didn’t offer to pay for your ticket, right? You’re such a little cock tease. This always happens with you. What did you think was going to happen tonight?”
“That we’d watch a movie together,” I laugh humourlessly. “Literally what you said in your text. What did you think was going to happen?”
“Wow. You know what, I’m out. Find your own way home, Kit.
Now, give me back my coat.” Will thrusts out his hand, wriggling his stupid little fingers as I shrug off his stupid jacket.
I don’t even know why I’m wearing it; the cinema wasn’t even that cold.
It was cute at the time, but now it seems he was just looking for points to cash in later.
“See you around, I guess.” And with an aggravated huff, Will turns on his heel and stomps off in the direction of his souped-up car.
It’s so modified that it looks more like something I’d see driving around my old neck of the woods.
I’d love to know what his parents’ upper-middle-class neighbours think whenever he stops by to visit.
Urgh, I can’t believe I missed out on a whole night with Damian for this. Sure, after spending an evening with my stepbrother, I wind up so sexually frustrated that I have to take matters into my own hands. But at least Damian’s love for me is unconditional.
God, what a shitshow. Stupid fucking Will and his stupid crappy car. And the cherry on the cake is that now I have to make my own way home.
I dig my hand into my pocket, squirming a little to work my phone out. Maybe Damian’s right, and these jeans are too tight.
The sensible thing to do would be to book a taxi. I even have the app open with my location flashing on the screen. Afterall, there’s no point in ruining everyone’s night because Will’s a dickhead.
But then… Damian did say to call if I needed him.
Before I can second-guess myself, I switch to my contacts and hit my stepbrother’s name instead.
He answers halfway through the first ring. “Kit, are you okay?” he asks breathlessly. What the hell are he and Jasper doing?
“Yeah, I’m fine. But I lost my ride home. I don’t suppose you’re near the cinema, are you?”
Damian wheezes out a chuckle. “Look up.”
So, I do, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the sight. There, jogging through the cinema car park like a madman, is Damian, one hand holding the phone to his ear and the other clutching the pale pink hoodie I keep forgetting in the boot of his car.
“I thought you might need this,” my knight-in-shining-armour says as soon as he’s in arm’s reach.
“Thanks, Damian. You didn’t happen to see all of that, did you?”
Please say no, please say no.
“Only the last bit.” Damn. “Jasper fell asleep when we were driving home, so I pulled in here on the off-chance you guys were about. What happened?”
“Will and I were on slightly different pages,” I say, burrowing into my hoodie. It’s still all toasty from where Damian’s been hugging it. Bliss! “I wanted a proper date, and he wanted to butter me up for sex. So, I sent him on his way.”
The moon above us passes behind a bank of thick cloud, and Damian, my carefree boy, is engulfed in its dangerous shadow. “I’ll fucking kill him,” he threatens.
“Don’t bother, he didn’t really try anything. And it’s not like it was a wild assumption that we’d end up in bed together. That’s what most dates are for, right? Maybe I should have made it clearer from the start that I wanted to take things slow.”
My reasoning doesn’t placate Damian. “No, this is not your fault, and fuck him if he’s made you think that. The next time I see him, I’m going to cut off his fucking balls.”
“Okay, rein it in, Jack the Ripper. Come on, take me home. I reckon we could still fit in a quick game if we push Jasper out of the car without stopping.”
I link arms with Damian to steer him towards wherever he’s parked, only to falter when I come up blank. “Hey, where’s your Jeep?”
Damian smiles at me, all pleased with himself. He almost looks smug, though I can’t imagine why. “I’m parked at the back over there,” he says, nodding to the dodgiest, darkest corner possible.
“Are you dealing drugs now or something?”
“No,” Damian laughs easily. “I just didn’t want to wake Jasper with the streetlights. Besides, if your date was going well, I wasn’t going to impose.”
“Well, I’m glad you did impose,” I say, hugging his solid bicep. “The next time I want to ditch game night for a date, remind me of this fiasco, okay?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be personally vetting any guy who wants to take you out from now on.”
I snort at Damian’s joke.
At least… I assume it’s a joke?
When we get to his car, I accidentally slam the back door hard enough to wake the dead.
Jasper startles so badly that he upends the half-finished milkshake he’d unwisely wedged between his thighs.
It’s funny at first, at least until he starts whinging and whining about his wet seat, so much so that even Damian gets annoyed with him.
He slams on his brakes and makes us switch. Thank god.
Back in our rightful place, me next to my stepbrother and Jasper mocking us from the backseat, we salvage what’s left of our Friday night.
For Jasper, it’s the replacement milkshakes we buy at the drive-thru before dropping him home.
For Damian, it’s the pair of us climbing into his king-sized bed, donning our headsets, and unintentionally shooting ourselves until the endless explosions become too much for Mum and she turns off the Wi-Fi.
And for me? It’s getting to spend time with the one person who can make my heart skip a beat, the person I’d turn down any date for.
Even if he’ll never think of me as anything but his baby brother.