( A night with my best friend 🛌)
✍️ Chapter Thirty—Eight(38)✍️
Anabelle and I explored the hotel, more like walked aimlessly from floor to floor while giving the brothers their time to talk. We discovered an arcade room, a swimming pool area and finally a spa. We spent the next hour or so, treating ourselves by getting pampered in the hotel spar. We got to know more about each other, finding more things in common. Like how we were both an only child, how we both shared the same birthday month and how we both enjoyed the movie “Friends with benefits”. By the time we returned at our hotel room, I literally felt like I had new skin from the spar.
The first thing I sought upon entering the room was Kyle. He sat almost pliantly but peaceful with his eyes closed while laughing and Jason at the bar area pouring himself a glass of what looked to be whisky.
“You’re laughing.” Anabelle stated, her astonished expression mirroring mine perfectly.
They both turned at our entrance, Kyle’s eyebrows shot up as he appraised our outfit. We were both adorned in white long bathroom gowns while holding our clothes, the after effects of spar treatment.
I returned the secretive smirk he gave me as I moved to sit down opposite him. The fact that his mood had taken a quick one eighty somehow released the earlier affliction I felt from leaving him alone with his brother.
“Good?” I asked him.
He nodded in affirmation.
“I ordered room service while you were both out.” Jason announced from the kitchen area. “I know I ruined dinner plans, it’s the least I can do.”
“It’s very thoughtful.” Anabelle beamed at him.
“Thank you.” I smiled at Jason warily. He was staring at Kyle and I with amusement and I felt self-conscious.
“You don’t have any schedule for tomorrow, by the way.” Anabelle stated, nudging Jason lightly after a moment of awkward silence that hadn’t relapsed. It was obvious that their relationship was not a formal one between boss and subordinate.
“Yes.” Jason looked at Annabelle as if trying to ascertain her state of approach.
“You’ll be free all day.” She probed.
“Right…um,” Jason rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he looked from her to us. “Do you guys want to hang out tomorrow…maybe take a tour of Seattle?”
Anabelle grinned at us expectantly.
“Yeah…sure why not.” I shrugged, while Kyle nodded in assent.
“Great!” Annabelle clasped her hands in excitement, startling all of us. Jason, on the other hand only smiled awkwardly. “I’ll arrange everything,” she continued.
“Well, enjoy your dinner you two. Maybe tomorrow we can all eat together.” Anabelle suggested and Jason nodded in agreement.
“Thank you.” Kyle and I said at the exact time. We got up from the sofa and bid them goodnight.
The minute the door closed. I took a deep shaky breath at the stark realisation that once again I was alone with Kyle. I entered the living area, twiddling the straps of my gown and saw his form spread across the sofa, one his arm across his upper face.
I walked toward him and stood over him.
“So…” I probed. “How did it go? What did he have to say?”
Kyle removed his arm and the light caught on his eyes, emphasising the crystalline green hues that robed me off oxygen instantly. Those same eyes never left mine as he sat up and turned his body in my direction. The intensity of the silence that followed overwhelmed me to a point that I forgot the question I asked in the first place.
“We just…talked, you know, about everything.” He smiled.
I tried not to let those dimples affect me the way they always do, but it was too late, my mind was already in the gutter.
“So are you guys okay?” I asked, deciding to discard the many explicit thoughts invading my mind.
He shrugged in response, “All this time I thought he was with our mother…but he’s been on his own for this long. I can’t blame him forever, Key,” He sighed. “I mean, if I were in his shoes, you know; a sixteen-year-old that saw a way out of an abusive relationship from a person whom was supposed to love you, I would have done the same.”
“Aw Ky.” I wrapped my arms around him in an instinct and he rested his head against my stomach, breathing in deep breaths before wrapping his arms around my waist.
He looked up, his eyes lacing my own and suddenly the air around us became inflamed. The arms around me were suddenly inflicting a fire in me that I hadn’t felt for the past months of separation. I looked away quickly, releasing myself from his hold as the kiss I gave him earlier became a prominent fixture in my mind.
The exact moment I released myself was when room service knocked at our door, saving me from possible mortification.
Jason had ordered us pasta, the expensive kind that melted in your tongue with exquisite flavours. We ate this at the dining table facing each other six seats away. I focused on the food, refusing to stare at him because I knew he kept glancing at me. He disarmed me like never before and it frightened me because I was ready to jump at him like a s*x-crazed idiot.
We were supposed to be broken up for crying out loud. I had grieved his absence, he had made it clear that he didn’t want me that day, so why was that memory suddenly hazy.
Because you know Kyle. A part of me thought. He was the type that would advise himself he was undeserving and deny himself of anything good in his life.
At that thought, I sighed loudly, putting the fork down after my last bite.
“What’s wrong? Is the food bad?” He asked, that smirk in his face suddenly píssing me off.
“Would I have finished it if was bad?” I snapped, an anger in me accruing.
He frowned in confusion. “Keya?”
Feeling exasperated, I got up from the seat and disappeared to my room. I loosened the straps of my gown and dug into my suitcase for nightwear.
“Why are you angry?”
I flinched for two reasons: one, I hadn’t expected him to follow me in my room. Two, I was in my bra and panties. He was staring and two months ago I would have been cowering, trying to cover myself. However, this time, my arms remained immobile on either side on me, reasoning that he’d seen me in my worst.
“I’m not angry.”
“Why would I be angry?”
“You tell me.”
Because it was too much for me, heat wise. I grabbed my long t-shirt and wore it while his eyes were still on me. I couldn’t explain it to him why I was angry. Maybe sexual tension and the lack of it played a part in my anger. I missed him. So much.
He began moving closer toward me. Too close. My hand reached out to stop him. My fist contacting with his stomach. He towered over me, shading the light as I looked upward.
“Don’t.” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Don’t what Key? You kissed me earlier remember.” He replied.
“That was not–” I breathed, trying to calm my erratic heart. “Kyle you’re so confusing.”
“How?” He smirked.
My glare wiped away his smirk, it told him how serious I was being.
“You’re the one that ended it, remember?”
“Let’s just say I didn’t know what I was saying and thinking then. It’s in the past now.” He shrugged.
“Gosh.” I breathed. “Why do those words anger me more?” I mumbled to myself.
“Do you know what I went through? How much it hurt?” Tears began streaking from my eyes.
His expression sobered immediately when he saw my tears. His hand reached for my face, his thumb stroking the tear away. “I’m so sorry, Key.” His voice was gruff with emotion.
“I thought I was preventing you from reaching your dreams.”
My hands moved on their own accord as they began smacking him. “You idiot. Don’t you realise my dreams are nothing without you?”
“I’m sorry. Please give me another chance, a clean slate and I promise you I won’t hurt you ever again.” He pulled me into a constricting hug.
“But it was so easy for you to break up with me, what if you do it ag–” My mumbling was stopped when he squeezed me more.
“Are you kidding? It was the hardest thing I ever done in my life… but I loved you enough to let you go because I knew you deserved better.”
I released myself, my neck craning to look up at him. “You loved me?”
“No,” He shook his head. “I love you. You’re the idiot for not realising it already.”
“You know you need to stop self-deprecating yourself Ky. I deserved better? Better than what? You? I don’t deserve you. You’re my best friend and there’s no one like you, you’ve been there with me, thick and thin. You know me better than I know myself. I can’t do anything…I don’t think I can’t even live without you by my–”
Before I could finish my rambling Kyle closed the distance between us, grabbing my face and pulling me toward his awaiting lips. The shock of his advance was soon replaced by an incandescent heat that began at our lips and ventured to that core centre of my brain, sending messages that caused shortness of breath and rapid heartbeats. Kyle held me for support since my legs virtual failed to do their job at keeping me steady. This kiss was different from the one earlier, this kiss was paralysing.
“I love you.” He whispered in my ear, his hands tightening around me. “So much, Keya.” He buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. His potent words increasing the paralysis effect.
I was probably in seventh heaven, in a dream world because I couldn’t believe this was happening. The feeling of being wanted, loved and cared for in return. Knowing all was safe in the world because the person you loved with your whole heart felt the same way. It was hard to attain it, hard to proclaim it as reality.
The noise that left my mouth in response was that of a giggle and squeal. Kyle grinned at my reaction, pressing his forehead with mine before kissing the tip of my nose.
Later that night we ordered midnight snacks consisting of dessert and sweats, we were currently gorging ourselves on the contents, cuddling in my bed while watching old school movies on the plasma TV.
The topic of our conversation was meaningless but I’d never felt as content in my life as I snuggled against my best friend slash boyfriend slash love of my life. When the movie was drawing to an end, I simple drew closer toward him.
“Me too.” I whispered in his ear causing him to shift and look at me.
“Don’t ask if you don’t know.”
He grinned shifting completely so that he was on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.
“Say it. No short cuts. I want to hear the actual words.” One of his hand glided gentle down my arm, terrorising my ticklish spot.
The instant urge to laugh compelled me and I surrendered immediately. “Fine I’ll say it. You play dirty.”
He merely smirked, his eyebrows arching up waiting for me to deliver the words.
“You know I love you, Ky. I always have and I always will.” I breathed.
He grinned in satisfaction before capturing me in a deep kiss. “Good.” He mumbled between my lips.
I snaked my arms around his neck pulling him down to me even more. One of my hand played with the hair in his neck while the other rummaged his back. Then my lips kissed his jaw, trailing the line toward his ear. My teeth nibbled on his lobe eliciting a groan from his throat.
“Shît!” He cursed as I shifted underneath him my hand moving down to pay with the line of of boxer, fingers touching the hot skin there.
“Don’t, please.” He swallowed hard. “I’m trying so hard right now. I want to take it slow.”
“I don’t want to take it slow.” I replied as my eyes drank in his heated emeralds.
“F**k it!” He almost growled. “I’ve missed you so much.” He took my lips again.
I sighed contently as I opened my arms, welcoming him. This was what I wanted, missed and craved. He was finally mine again.
✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️
To be continued…
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