Page 30 of Slashes in the Snow
“You’re bleeding.” Kira notices my knuckles.
“It’s just a scratch,” I brush it off.
She looks down at my feet. “There is blood art on the floor.” Along with the broken heart, I added a skull and crossbones and a star to my masterpiece.
“I’ll wipe it up. I needed something to do while I groveled.”
“You did not grovel,” Kira begs to differ.
“For me, that was groveling.”
She rolls her pretty, slightly puffy eyes.
“Go put something comfortable on. We’re gonna go for a ride.” I wipe away a tiny teardrop caught on the corner of her bottom lash.
“I don’t know, Ky.”
“C’mon, Kira. One ride. I’ll be on my best behavior. Scouts honor.” I grin.
“You are no Boy Scout.”
“That’s no secret, Snow,” I hum provocatively in her ear.
She glares at me without an ounce of faith or trust. I guess I deserve that look, but I’ll fix what’s broken.
I always do.
11
Kira
Ky wantsto take me on a date five minutes after he basically told me to go kill myself.
I must have finally lost my mind, ’cause I agreed, have changed, and am now walking down the stairs to meet the man who is more confusing than an evil Sudoku puzzle.
Ky is waiting in the kitchen, also dressed in a fresh set of clothes. His blond hair is styled wildly; his fingers are adorned with thick silver rings, and a wallet chain is hanging from his jeans. But it’s the surprised look on his face when he sees me that I take notice of most of all.
“Nice outfit, Snow.” He smiles, and it actually seems genuine.
“Glad you like it. It’s the same thing my mom wore on her and Gerard’s first date.” I’ll never forget that day. Finding my mom dressed in a black sheer shirt, leather leggings, and a pair of my moto boots. I nearly fell over. It was a new look for the business woman, but it fit her perfectly. Gerard brought out a whole new side of her from the very beginning. “I thought I’d replicate it.”
“I can get down with that.” He nods approvingly. “I like you in leather.”
I could have bet money the mention of Gerard would have sent Ky off the deep end again. Maybe he really is on his best behavior?
I guess time will tell.
After arming and disarming the alarm a nauseating amount of times for a sanity check, I climb onto the back of Ky’s bike and hope to God this decision doesn’t blow up in my face. One Ky Parish explosion is enough for one day. Maybe even for one lifetime.
As soon as I wrap my arms around his waist, he rests his hand on mine. It’s such a sweet, surprising gesture my stomach actually flutters.
Then we take off for parts unknown.
We head south down the coast. I’m still not privy to where we’re going, so I take each moment as it comes and just enjoy the ride.
If there is one thing Ky attracts, it’s attention.
I couldn’t keep track of all the stares we collect on the road. Adults, teenagers, even kids take notice of us. I’ve never been one for the spotlight, but this kind of attention is sort of enlivening. It makes a little tiny piece of me feel badass.
