Page 83 of We Are Yours

I’d never dreamed about Kraven before.

This was new.

I pressed my hands against the shower wall, closing my eyes, still feeling his strong fingers all over my flesh. His body on top of mine, the heat of him. No matter how much I tried, how much I wanted to push away the emotions, it was no use.

My mind ran wild.

I stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. After drying off, I threw on some sweats, finished brushing my damp hair, and walked downstairs.

The house was always extra quiet in the morning, especially if Julius didn’t come home from work. I was always an early bird. Kraven was hit or miss. Sometimes I’d wake up and he’d be gone, and other times he was still sleeping.

Color me shocked when in front of my eyes was Kraven in all his glory, wearing only gym shorts low on his waist. He was pouring himself a bowl of cereal, reminding me of the night he came home drunk. Nothing ever came of that night. We hadn’t spoken about it since, if you could even call that a discussion.

Everything hit me at once, mixing into one big cluster of what the fuck…

Bowing my head in shame, I went to the fridge, which was the farthest away from him. It was Saturday morning, and Julius was working. Kraven was staying out late more and more, and a part of me felt like he was trying to avoid me. If it weren’t for tutoring him with his classes, we wouldn’t spend much time alone.

“You alright?” he asked, calling me out.

“Yeah,” I stated, grabbing a bottle of water. I shut the fridge and looked at him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He leaned against the counter, emphasizing his broad, muscular chest and shoulders. “You look flushed.”

“Oh.” I bowed my head again, trying to hide my face with my hair. “I just got out of the shower.”

“You got any plans for the day?”

I stepped toward the pantry. “Just homework.”

“All work and no play makes Isla a dull kitty.”

I chuckled, shifting my gaze to meet his. “What have you been up to since you’re never home?”

He arched an eyebrow.

I couldn’t help myself, and blurted, “You have a girlfriend or something?”

“Or something.”

“Right…”

With a wicked grin, he asked, “Do I detect some disdain in your tone, Kitty?”

“No.” I stood taller. “I’m just curious.”

“Curious enough to go on a double date?”

I shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, eyeing me up and down with an expression I wanted to smack off his face.

He knew I was struggling to maintain a neutral composure, but it felt as if I were fighting for my life at that point.

“Well,” he snapped, grabbing his report card off the table. “How about this to satisfy that ache?”

I sucked in a breath.

Did he know about my dream?