Page 85 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
I threw on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top over my bikini, but I’m starting to regret it. I just know Kane saw the goose bumps spreading over my skin when his hand brushed against my thigh earlier. He removed his hand like he didn’t mean to touch me, but his cocky smirk didn’t get past me.
Also… his hands…
They’re resting flat on his spread legs—because we all know guys don’t know how to sit normally—and Jesus. I hate that even his hands are attractive.
They’re big and tanned, and he’s got those long guitarist fingers. Not to mention a few defined veins snake up his wrists, hands, and knuckles, making me feel some type of way.
He’s also got black rings I’m sure cost more than anything I own on his pointer and ring fingers.
Kane Wilder has always been gorgeous, but now?
He’s dripping with sex.
His good looks didn’t affect me in the same way when we were kids.
My mind rarely ever wandered past kissing, but now? I’m thinking about what it would be like to have that hand wrapped around my neck, choking me a little while he—
“Just look at this fucking place.” Scar’s voice snaps me out of it.
I stretch my neck and catch a glimpse of Vince’s driveway through the windshield.
Scar has a point.
The place is gorgeous.
In fact, Vince’s beach house is nicer than ours. Scratch that—their beach house is nicer than all the houses in Golden Cove.
“Are all your friends loaded or something?” Scar glances at Kane from the passenger seat.
Jamie snorts. “Look at the car you’re sitting in right now.”
Scar shuts his mouth, catching her drift. Jamie’s car needs a lot of work. It could use a paint job, new brakes, and a new windshield. She also smashed one of her side mirrors while trying to parallel park two months ago.
I practically race out of the car from the moment she pushes the gear into park. I tense up when Kane climbs out after me, that sexy fucking smirk still dancing on his lips. Why does he look like he’s enjoying seeing me squirm?
“Who’s coming again?” I ask as we tread to the front door. The driveway is empty except for two cars I’m pretty sure belong to Vince and Cal.
I’m not sure why I thought the place would be packed. It sounded like Vince was planning on inviting most of Hillford earlier.
“Just us, Cal and Vince,” Jamie says as we step onto the porch. She rings the doorbell the next second.
Wait, so, it’s just going to be the seven of us?
Not exactly the making of a rager.
“What about Brooke? And Shay? Weren’t they coming?”
“No strangers allowed.” Drea fills in the blanks.
It takes me a second to understand she’s talking about people Kane doesn’t know.
The girls aren’t strangers to us, but they are to him. He’s why this party turned into a small gathering. I’m guessing Mr. Controversy can’t be out partying with people he doesn’t trust when the whole world wants his head on a pike.
“Why don’t you make them sign an NDA?” I ask.
“Not worth it. It’s just one night,” Kane says dryly.
“It doesn’t have to be one night. They could hang out with us for the summer if—”