Page 27 of Play Room Actor

Kilian

“And then?” My sister slid her empty plate aside and propped her elbows on the table. “Did you kiss again?”

“No! I walked him home, and that was it.”

“What did you talk about?”

“Nothing!” I was still in complete disbelief about it myself.

“Huh?” Yaël scrunched her face. “You just walked silently next to each other through the city?”

“Ugh,” I groaned in frustration. “No, of course not, but it wasn’t like we had deep conversations.”

Yaël reclined in her chair, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she regarded me thoughtfully. “There’s something off about him.”

“Of course! I kissed him, and now he’s sad.” Slightly annoyed, I nudged my empty plate away and reached for my glass. “He even thanked me for walking him home.” I drank the rest of my Diet Coke in one go and set the glass back on the table.

Yaël twisted a dark brown strand of hair around her finger. “Maybe he just isn’t into you.”

“Oh, come on!” I snapped. “You should have seen him! How he kissed me! He’s totally into me.”

“Sure. I’m sure he just can’t get enough of your giant ego.”

She was well aware that she always had the last word with that remark because I refused to respond to it.

When the waiter appeared to clear our plates, we both ordered an espresso.

“How’s everything else going?”

“Good,” I mumbled, still lost in thoughts about Dominic—and his lips. Damn! I wondered if he knew how erotic they were.

“Kil?”

I glanced up.

Yaël leaned in closer, resting her elbows on the table and clasped her fingers together. “Should I be worried?”

The shadow that crossed her hazel eyes was unsettling. “No,” I said, clearing my throat. “Everything’s fine.”

She casted a concerned glance at my bouncing leg. “You don’t even realize how worked up you are, little brother.”

“I’m fine, so stop it.”

“Ma and Pa say hi. They’d like to see us again sometime.”

“I talked to them last week.”

Yaël laughed and tilted her head back in her chair so the waiter could set our coffees down. “That’s not enough for them, and you know it. They’d love to see you more. Oh, by the way, we’re all going to the last light show at the gallery.”

“The last one?” I echoed, adding sugar to my espresso. “That’s not until the end of August.”

“It’s the only date that works for all of us.”

I rolled my eyes. “And you’re blaming me for not showing up more often.”

“You know what I mean. Don’t take it personally. We just love you.”

“I love you too, sis, but can we drop the sentimental talk?”