“Are you sure that was your first time?”
They were sprawled across the bed, Kieran lying half on top of Lorde, one arm flung across her body and his face pressed against her right breast. He grinned and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her warm skin. She tasted salty and sweet, like chocolate covered strawberries.
“I am pretty good aren’t I?” He chuckled. “Want to try for a world record, Sweetheart?”
She tensed underneath him and didn’t respond. Finally opening his eyes, he glanced up to see her own eyes were closed and her lips had tightened. He rolled off her and sat up. Oh God, had he done something wrong?
“Are – are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He tried to keep the panic from his voice. He hadn’t even thought – was he supposed to do something after having sex? She didn’t seem hurt, surely he would have felt her pain if she was. Then he remembered he couldn’t feel anything from her. But she didn’t look distressed. Maybe… He didn’t know what to think.
She opened her eyes and turned to face him, calm but serious. “Don’t call me that.”
Confused, he frowned. “What?”
“Don’t call me sweetheart. I hate that.”
Was she upset with him? “Okay…”
Her eyes swept down his body and he suddenly realized he was very naked. His hand twitched, wanting to grab a pillow to cover himself. Which was absurd. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, he knew he looked good. He had great genetics and he worked out. He also knew that she’d enjoyed the sex. So what.the.fuck?
“I’m not mad at you Kieran. It’s just, in my line of work, terms of endearment aren’t always used as terms of endearment.”
“Oh.” Of course. The relief that rushed through him was almost palpable.“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. But you’re okay, though? You aren’t hurt?”
“Hurt?” She laughed. “No. I’m surprised but I’m not hurt.”
He wanted to touch her, he wanted to have sex again or maybe just be with her like he was a few minutes ago, wrapped around her body, but she’d closed up and he didn’t feel welcome anymore. She was naked on a bed with him after having amazing sex with him but she was a million miles away.
Kieran spent years reading people, noticing body language, tone of voice, things they meant regardless of what was being said. So even though he couldn’t feel anything, he could tell she wanted to be alone.
“I have to be home soon. Could I use your bathroom?” He kept his voice neutral, his gaze on her face. He could be emotionless too.
She glanced up at him. “You’re a bad liar.”
“Am I?” He was an excellent liar but he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to be, not with her. Maybe he’d been wrong about her or maybe he’d fucked up so bad she was thinking she’d been wrong about him. Only she was too nice to say anything. God, he hoped he hadn’t done anything to fuck this up!
She frowned a little, her eyes tracking his, trying to read him. “Maybe not,” she said softly. She looked towards the door across from the bed. “Bathroom is through those doors.”
As he rose, she called out to him. “Kieran?”
He turned, still wary. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for tonight.” She glanced out her window. “Or morning. It really was amazing. You’re really, uh, amazing.” She sat up and smiled a little. “I’m happy you shared this with me.”
And just like that, she’d thawed. Kieran was grateful; it meant he hadn’t done something wrong. He didn’t have much experience with the whole dating thing and he liked her. A lot. He really wanted this to work out. “Thank you for being…patient?”
She laughed and got off the bed to walk over to him. “Did you still want to try for that world record, Kieran?”
He’d heard his name hundreds of thousands of times before but when she said it in that tone… His response was immediately and unequivocal. “Shower?”
6 thoughts on “Deleted Scene from Chapter 3”
Kieran is so out of his element with Lorde. It’s interesting to see his inner vulnerability. Without being able to use his empath abilities on Lorde, he’s fumbling around a bit like the rest of us, second-guessing himself and trying to figure out what she’s thinking. At least he can read body language. That helps some.
Exactly. It’s a new concept for him. He can read people very well, Matt has really helped him hone his skill. It’s what makes him such a good thief.
And thanks to Matt, he learned that what a person is thinking and saying is not always the same as what they are feeling. So although there’s no witchy powers for him, he can still do what a normal, charismatic person can: read a body and come up with a good guess about a person’s mental state.
Thank goodness for charlatans and politicians right?
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Glad you shared the deleted scene. It adds a lot, I think. We see her ability to read him as well.
I’m glad you liked it. I didn’t know what to do with it at first. But yes. I’m going to add these little scenes that I’m calling “Sessions” that tell certain things from Lorde’s POV. She doesn’t really have a voice in this story as I’m writing from Kieran’s perspective exclusively, so I thought this would be a nice way of bringing her in.
Ahh… that age. Lol
What’s up with her…
Do you remember being like that? I don’t lol I was perfect and wise and awesome beyond my years – since forever.
And what? She doesn’t like sweetheart…