Chapter Twenty-Five
Kali flinched as Lincoln’s door slammed. She stepped to the window then slammed the glass down.
Damn.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
She turned toward Theo and her room, listened for movement. If that slam had woken him again she couldn't handle it. Not now. She waited.
Silence.
Kali let out a long breath and wrapped her arms around her middle, staring where Lincoln last stood. So he tried to kiss her. Did that warrant what she'd said, how she reacted? She knew white boys thought dancing meant more—didn't understand the movement could be that and that alone. And had she lead him on otherwise? Maybe. Maybe she had looked at him like she wanted more. Had she?
No. Absolutely not. She'd just been tipsy with the dance and tipsy with the drink.
And he hadn't pushed it, hadn't forc
