Page 134 of For the Fans

I know I’m going to regret asking this, but I can’t help myself.

“Don’t you want to know what this looks like when it’s not hidden away in the middle of the night?”

He stares at me for a moment in silence before rumbles, “I… I don’t know.”

Huffing out of pure despondence, I flop onto my back. “Fine. Bye, Kyran. I’ll see you next time you decide to swing by.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Because.” I sit up fast. “Youwerea huge, obnoxious asshole to me today, Kyran. And then you showed up, and I should have told you to fuck off. But I didn’t…” I gulp. “Because I can’t.”

He blinks at me. “Don’t be mad…”

I shake my head. Do I even knowhowto be mad? Do I know how to act around people who make me feel the way he does?

No.The answer is fuckingno, because this is the first time I’ve ever experienced it.

He leans in, softly kissing my lips. But it’s over too quick, and he’s pulling away when I want to be sinking indeeper.

“I’ll see you later.”

He gets up, bringing his clothes with him into the bathroom. And I just flop back down into the bed, covering my face with the pillow to distract myself from the fact that he’s in there, and he probably didn’t lock the door again.

And my pillow smells like him.My whole damn bed smells like him…Like amber and honey and something citrusy I can’t place...

Oh, shit.Flinging upright, my face tilts in the direction of my camera, which is still recording. I shake my head and get up, turning it off.

Once again, I forgot we were filming. Because theFansis seeming more and more like an afterthought lately.

“Avi!” Kyran’s voice roars from inside the bathroom, and I press my lips together.

Guess he finally noticed the hickeys…

He comes storming out in his boxers, fuming, and it’s a struggle to keep from grinning, or admiring how incredible he looks decorated in my little love bites.

“Are you fucking serious?!” he hisses.

“What’s wrong?” I play dumb, giving him a few innocent flutters of my eyelashes.

“You know I’m a football player, right?” he seethes. “I have to strip down in front of other guys in the locker room…”

“That sounds fun.” I allow a teasing smirk out, and it clearly enrages him further.

“This isn’t funny!” he barks. “How am I going to explain this??”

Stepping over to him, I assess the marks on his chest, and his abs… leading down into his boxer briefs. “Just say they’re from a girl.” I shrug.

“They’re on my ass,” he growls, and I slap my hand over my mouth to keep the chuckles in. “Along with these nice fingerprint bruises!” He tugs his boxers down a bit, and now I kind of feel bad.

I don’t really regret marking him the way I did… He deserves it for being an asshole earlier. But still, he has a point.It might be difficult to claim a girl did that.

Tracing the marks with my finger, I hear him exhale, and my eyes slide up to his. “It’sreallysexy, though…”

His visible anger slips away, and he blinks at me, parting his lips like he’s going to say something. But then his chin dips, to where Robin is rubbing herself on his legs. I have to grin, because it’s pretty cute. She’s comforting him when he’s upset, just like she does to me.

Kyran looks like he doesn’t know what to do with her, glancing at me with his brow cocked. “What’s its name?”

“Robin.” I bite my lip.