Free Kane Richards Must Die by Shanice Williams Page A

my aunt’s. I hung my head, now feeling guilty that I had been leading Lawrence on just because of Kane. It was cruel and he deserved someone so much better.
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered softly, looking out the window, wiping the new tears that slid silently down my cheeks.
    “Hey,” he murmured, lifting one hand and cupping my chin, turning it towards him so that he could look at my face.
    “Don’t worry, Suranne, I’m not gonna push you. If you want me as a friend, then that’s who I’ll be,” he assured. But I could see the sadness and rejection shining in his blue eyes. Lawrence was amazing and the sane part of me wished that it was his blue eyes I thought about daily instead of warm chocolate-brown ones. Wished that there was some part of me that could feel attracted to him, even if it was only small, so that it could build up over time.
    But there was nothing.
    Nothing except brown eyes, and sweet-fragranced cologne, and the smooth velvet voice that made my ears sigh in contentment.
    There was nothing but Kane.
    And I hated it.
    I gave him a weak smile of gratitude, turned my face to look out the window, and thought back to when Kane had me pushed up against his car. How my breath had hitched and my pulse had quickened when he whispered in my ear. How I felt a jolt of desire race through my veins every time he had pushed his hips into mine, and how the sound of his groan drove me wild. How his touch left a trail of tingling fire burning on my skin. How his sweet scent engulfed me and left my mind blank and reeling.
    He said I didn’t know what I did to him, but if it was anything like what he did to me then I definitely knew.
    I knew too well.
    Lawrence pulled me out of my reverie when he switched off the engine.
    “Alright, we’re here,” he announced, keeping his hands firmly locked on the steering wheel. I bobbed my head and hummed as the air between us became awkward. Lawrence shifted in his seat nervously before he sighed and turned his shoulders towards me.
    “Just . . . one time, Suranne,” he pleaded softly before abruptly shifting forward and gently pressing his lips to mine. He sighed into my mouth, cradling my face in his hands as my whole body stayed frozen. He broke the kiss only to give me smaller chaste ones against my lips and the edge of my mouth.
    “OK,” he sighed, pulling away and putting his hands back on the steering wheel. “I’ll be OK now.” He nodded and I blinked stiffly at him, then stepped out of the car and walked into my house without a backward glance. My aunt greeted me from across the living room and I gave her a weak smile, walking past her and heading up the stairs. Once I reached my bedroom and flopped down on the bed, I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. Lawrence’s lips never gave me that jolt of electricity that Kane’s had. My lips still felt the same as they always did.
    With a groan of frustration I rolled over, pressing my face into the pillow. I felt a vibration against my left thigh and jumped, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
    One new text message from Kate.
Hey, heard Kane got to you aftr skl. U Ok? xKx
     
    I sighed and pressed the reply button.
Yeah, im fine. Just feeling rly confsd — S
     
    After a few seconds my phone buzzed again.
Dnt wrry, he does tht to evry1. Heard u didn’t cave tho. Im proud xKx
     
    I grimaced at that. If only she knew.
Its Lawr. Im more worried abwt. He lukd rly upset t.day –S
     
He’ll get over it. I’m sure he’ll find sum1 at the flowrshop LOL xKx
     
    I giggled as I looked at the screen, remembering Lawrence’s knowledge of flowers. As I pressed the reply button and began typing out my first word, my phone buzzed again.
    “God, give me a chance,” I mumbled to myself, rolling my eyes. It buzzed again and I growled at her impatience whilst I exited my created message and went into my inbox.
    Two new text messages.
MEET ME
I’LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING
     
    I frowned at my phone, staring dumbly