Page 41 of Surviving Slater

"I don't usually kiss and tell but...yes." It was impossible to think back to it without feeling an awareness in my body at the thought of having him again.

It had been so good I couldn't wait to get him alone again. After our kiss in the kitchen, I hadn't had a chance to talk to him again.

Downstairs, Sin was finishing up. His eyes lit up when Taylor stepped into the room. There was no disputing his feelings for her, and I felt a pang of jealously before I shoved it away.

I was too realistic to believe in love and 'the one.' Instead, I believed in a chemical reaction and lust. That was what I had with Slater, nothing more.

"You done?" Sin asked as he walked over to us.

He took Taylor's hands in his. She nodded and looked up at him. I felt like a third wheel.

"Where's Slater?" I asked, looking around.

"He left but he'll be back soon."

I hid my disappointment.

"I'd better go," I said, not wanting to witness more affection between the two.

"I can drop you off," Sin offered, but I shook my head.

"No need," I replied, getting my handbag from the kitchen counter. "I'll get a taxi back."

"I really don't mind taking you back to the apartment," Sin insisted, but I shook my head.

"It's really not necessary. It's your first day in your new home together. Enjoy," I said, giving Taylor a hug.

"Thanks. I'll call you soon," she said, giving me a tighter squeeze.

I left before Sin could argue with me. While I walked, I looked into my bag to find my phone to call a taxi.

"You're leaving already?" The voice took me by surprise. I turned to face Slater.

"Yeah, I kinda felt like I was cramping their style," I replied, tightening my hold on my phone.

His eyes slid over me. The way he looked at me made my skin heat beneath his gaze.

"You want to come over?" he asked. His intent was clear in his eyes.

I swallowed, feeling a little nervous. "Yes."

It's just sex, I reminded myself as I followed him. A few doors down, he stopped and opened the front door.

I entered his condo, not knowing what to expect. The couple of times I'd been in his room I'd noticed he wasn't the tidiest of people.

He closed the door after I stepped inside, and I allowed my gaze to sweep over the living room. It was tidy except for an empty glass on the table.

It had a black leather sofa facing a flat screen TV.

"What do you think?" he asked, pulling my attention back to him.

"It's nice."

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked.

I was here for something else. I shook my head. His eyes darkened as they held mine.

"Come here," he instructed softly, holding out his hand to me.