or later today rather?" he asks while looking at the absurd hour on the clock.
"I told you, call me. I don't know what I'll have going on," I murmur, my chill extinguishing the roaring flames.
He sighs out while gripping his head as Deke yells, "Come on, Kane. We've got to get going before she does something stupid."
Kane cringes, apparently not wanting me to hear that, and I look away, not letting on I've already heard more.
"Alyssa, I'll call you after while. I'm sorry," he murmurs while leaning over to kiss me.
I offer him my weakest, coldest kiss, and he pulls back looking torn about what to do. It's just sex he's passing up. He's doing me a huge favor by bailing out before I offer my first time to a creep.
He groans as he finally gets up, and then he walks out to leave me in my shameful bed that is laughing at me for my nearly foolish decision.
I hear the door shut, and then it wiggles as he checks to make sure it's locked. I feel sick at my stomach, and I rise up to rush to the bathroom and expel the proof of my shame.
"So stupid," I mumble while leaning over the toilet.
Wiping my mouth, I stand up and head back into my room to pull on a pajama shirt and a pair of pants that match. A huff falls free when I see his boxers he failed to put on his haste. I pick them up and carry them to the wash, along with my uniform and clothes that all smell like him.
Tossing them all in at once, I flip on the wash and head back to my living room to finish watching the zombie movie still that is paused.
"Bring on the blood, guts, and death."
––––––––
C hapter Four
My phone buzzes for the fifth time during my shift, and I silence it when I see Kane's number. I groan inwardly and lean over the counter, burying my head in my hands while yawning.
Butterflies and nerves rattle around aimlessly when I look up to see him and two of his guy roommates heading toward the diner.
Squealing lightly, I rush to the back to hide from the mistake I desperately wanted to make. Cindy, another waitress, gasps while putting out her cigarette she's not supposed to be smoking inside.
"Please don't tell," she squeaks.
"I won't if you'll make Kane and the others believe I'm not at work."
She tilts her head. "Kane Ice? He's here to see you and you don't want to see him?" she gushes in disbelief.
"Please," I urge.
She nods hesitantly and then heads around to do my dirty work for me. I listen in to Kane's smooth voice talking to someone else.
"Can I speak to Alyssa Coldwell, please?"
"She's-"
"Actually," Cindy interrupts, "Alyssa left earlier today. We felt sort of bad for making her work over so much two nights in a row, so I told her I'd cover for her tonight."
"Oh. Did she say where she'd be going?" he asks disappointedly.
"I think she was going to meet one of her friends."
Damn it, Cindy. I'm new to town. I don't have any friends yet.
"Sounds like you fucked up," one of his friends chuckles.
Kane lets out a trapped breath of air before responding. "If you see Alyssa, will you tell her I stopped by?"
"Sure," Cindy chirps.
He sighs reluctantly, and I peek around the corner as he and his friends disappear out the door. Cindy squeals in excitement as she rejoins me, and then she throws her hands up like what-the-hell.
"Seriously?" she releases in a girly octave. "Kane Ice is into you and you're hiding from him? What is wrong with you?"
I'm a witch on the verge of turning immortal and I want to fuck his brains out. Probably shouldn't say that.
"He's... too... complicated," I murmur in a huff while returning to the floor to start refilling drinks.
"You've lost your mind. If Kane Ice is looking to talk to you, you run toward him, not away."
She continues following me around like a new puppy as I smile and refill drinks, and then I turn to see her with her hands on her hips.
"I knew blonds have all the fun," she gripes, and I glance in the mirror to see my hair has gotten
"I told you, call me. I don't know what I'll have going on," I murmur, my chill extinguishing the roaring flames.
He sighs out while gripping his head as Deke yells, "Come on, Kane. We've got to get going before she does something stupid."
Kane cringes, apparently not wanting me to hear that, and I look away, not letting on I've already heard more.
"Alyssa, I'll call you after while. I'm sorry," he murmurs while leaning over to kiss me.
I offer him my weakest, coldest kiss, and he pulls back looking torn about what to do. It's just sex he's passing up. He's doing me a huge favor by bailing out before I offer my first time to a creep.
He groans as he finally gets up, and then he walks out to leave me in my shameful bed that is laughing at me for my nearly foolish decision.
I hear the door shut, and then it wiggles as he checks to make sure it's locked. I feel sick at my stomach, and I rise up to rush to the bathroom and expel the proof of my shame.
"So stupid," I mumble while leaning over the toilet.
Wiping my mouth, I stand up and head back into my room to pull on a pajama shirt and a pair of pants that match. A huff falls free when I see his boxers he failed to put on his haste. I pick them up and carry them to the wash, along with my uniform and clothes that all smell like him.
Tossing them all in at once, I flip on the wash and head back to my living room to finish watching the zombie movie still that is paused.
"Bring on the blood, guts, and death."
––––––––
C hapter Four
My phone buzzes for the fifth time during my shift, and I silence it when I see Kane's number. I groan inwardly and lean over the counter, burying my head in my hands while yawning.
Butterflies and nerves rattle around aimlessly when I look up to see him and two of his guy roommates heading toward the diner.
Squealing lightly, I rush to the back to hide from the mistake I desperately wanted to make. Cindy, another waitress, gasps while putting out her cigarette she's not supposed to be smoking inside.
"Please don't tell," she squeaks.
"I won't if you'll make Kane and the others believe I'm not at work."
She tilts her head. "Kane Ice? He's here to see you and you don't want to see him?" she gushes in disbelief.
"Please," I urge.
She nods hesitantly and then heads around to do my dirty work for me. I listen in to Kane's smooth voice talking to someone else.
"Can I speak to Alyssa Coldwell, please?"
"She's-"
"Actually," Cindy interrupts, "Alyssa left earlier today. We felt sort of bad for making her work over so much two nights in a row, so I told her I'd cover for her tonight."
"Oh. Did she say where she'd be going?" he asks disappointedly.
"I think she was going to meet one of her friends."
Damn it, Cindy. I'm new to town. I don't have any friends yet.
"Sounds like you fucked up," one of his friends chuckles.
Kane lets out a trapped breath of air before responding. "If you see Alyssa, will you tell her I stopped by?"
"Sure," Cindy chirps.
He sighs reluctantly, and I peek around the corner as he and his friends disappear out the door. Cindy squeals in excitement as she rejoins me, and then she throws her hands up like what-the-hell.
"Seriously?" she releases in a girly octave. "Kane Ice is into you and you're hiding from him? What is wrong with you?"
I'm a witch on the verge of turning immortal and I want to fuck his brains out. Probably shouldn't say that.
"He's... too... complicated," I murmur in a huff while returning to the floor to start refilling drinks.
"You've lost your mind. If Kane Ice is looking to talk to you, you run toward him, not away."
She continues following me around like a new puppy as I smile and refill drinks, and then I turn to see her with her hands on her hips.
"I knew blonds have all the fun," she gripes, and I glance in the mirror to see my hair has gotten
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