Kristal Anderson
His eyes search mine complete and utter confusion laced in them, he parts his lips but no words come out.
In that very moment all I wanted was the ability to read minds, I needed to know what he was thinking in that exact moment. The small sliver of confidence I had mustered in order to utter those words was slowly slipping from my grasp at the thought of him regretting what he said earlier.
The silence spread between us for a few long dreadful beats. My mouth grew dry and I felt myself slowly deflate as the shame took over.
This was a mistake.
A big one.
One that would probably alter our friendship forever. If not ruin it.
"N-nevermind, please forget I said anything," The words slipped from my lips before I could really process them, I turned and got ready to bolt back home and cry myself to sleep for at least a few nights.
But as soon as I turned to face away from him, a hand gripped my arm firm but gentle as he spun me around to face him and before I could process what was happening a pair of soft plump lips were on mine.
His soft plump lips. Aiden's soft plump lips.
Something awakened in me the second his lips met mine, something electrifying and raw and deep.
It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, sure I'd kissed my fair share of guys but nothing like this. None of them made my body ignite like this from the slightest touch of their lips to mine.
My entire body felt like it was on fire and it was the most delicious feeling to ever exist. That delicious burn only intensified when his hand moved from it's spot on my arm down to my waist, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer until I was pressed against him.
His tongue moved to ask for entry and I gladly let him in, kissing him deeper. He tasted like cherries with a minty undertone, a flavor combination that I didn't know I craved.
The kiss was deep and raw and it shared something that a thousand words couldn't even begin to describe. Our tongues moved in unison, already establishing a pace of their own, like they were communicating in a language of their own.
My heart was beating out of my chest and I prayed to the God's that he couldn't feel it with his chest that was pressed against mine.
The kiss slowing grew in intensity and I fully gave into it, it was addictive, euphoric, earth-shattering and every possible synonym for those words. I never wanted it to stop.
My hand slowly slid upwards and wrapped itself around the back of his neck, that caused a low rumble to vibrate from deep in his chest. My fingers landed right over his pulse point and I'm glad they did because it served as a confirmation that he was feeling the same way; his heart was beating just as fast as mine. If not faster.
The world had slowly crumbled into pieces around us, we were the only ones left, we were the only ones that mattered. This moment was all that mattered.
I felt him slowly retrieve but instead of pulling away from the kiss like I'd initially thought, he pulled me along with him, moving us in unison. Never breaking the kiss as we walked backwards into his house.
The sound of his front door shutting behind me was so faint, so miniscule that I could have easily missed it until I felt my back press up against the door. And he was right there, right in front of me, kissing me like his life depended on it.
The kiss was growing more intense by the second, more passionate more animalistic. I'd be one hell of a liar if I said I didn't enjoy every second of it.
Oxygen was becoming scarce but none of us seemed to care. My hand moved from his neck to his hair, running my hand through it before taking a handful of it in my grasp. That seemed to please him because that low grumble rolled off of him in waves.
The lack of oxygen was starting to get to me, I felt light-headed but even more concerning was the fact that I still didn't want it to stop.
But I needed to stop it, not only because I was on the verge of passing out but also because a nasty feeling had started to creep up on me.
So I rested a hand on his chest and slowly pushed him back, we were both left a panting mess staring at one another; lips swollen, skin flushed.
"Aiden, I'm scared," I said after I managed to retain some control over my breathing.
His hand came in contact with my cheek as he cupped it in his gentle grip, "Of what, baby?" That nickname made my heart explode all over again and it was like we were kissing again.
"Of this, of how this will end, of how long it will take for you to get bored or annoyed when you realize that I can't give you what you want, I can't give you the stable normal relationship that you deserve,"
"Shh," He shook his head, "Kris I want you and that's all that matters, fuck everything else, I don't care about sneaking around I don't care about any of that as long as I get to keep you," His lips curved into a cocky grin, "Plus, normal is overrated I like what we have better,"
As much as I wanted to take his words as the only form of reassurance, my stupid pessimistic, overthinking brain couldn't allow me to. "You say that now but some time from now you'll probably think otherwise and you'll wish you didn't have to constantly sneak around and constantly worry about me," I slowly pushed back on his chest wanting to rid myself of the ensure of his arm on my waist that made it hard to think but he didn't budge.
He stared at me for a few solid moments and for a second I was convinced that what I said had struck a nerve, that he was going to agree with all that I said. But instead his other hand moved to my other cheek, cupping it just like the other, his lips lifted into the biggest, brightest grin I'd ever seen, "Stop trying to convince me that you're not good enough, it's not working,"
"But Aiden youâ"
And then his lips were on mine again.
Stopping me from going any further.
A sound between a moan and a sigh of relief left my lips as I slowly melted into his arms again because the moment his lips met mine, my mind went quiet. That stupid pessimistic voice died down quicker than I could count to one.The kiss was deep but it was gentle, reassuring me in ways that I could hardly comprehend.
He slowly pulled back, a lazy smile on his face, I mimicked the action, a smile spreading across my lips. With his hand still on my cheek, he moved his thumb back and forth caressing my cheek, "Stop worrying about the future, but when you do tell me so I can kiss all your worries away,"
My smile grew into a grin, "Aiden that'd be like every moment of every day," I said with a giggle.
He shrugged letting out a chuckle of his own, "My point still stands, Darlin," He leaned in and gave my lips one final peck before taking my hand and walking us deeper into his house, "I was just about to get started on dinner, now I'll make enough for the two of us,"
"How'd you know I haven't had dinner yet?"
"It's 6:23pm, you told me you don't usually have dinner before 7," He said matter-of-factly.
I stared at him like he had grown two heads, "Gosh, you're just a creep, do you remember each and every one of our conversations?" I gawked at him as he recalled something that I mentioned in passing.
His brows knitted in confusion, "You don't?" He questioned, genuine confusion laced in his tone.
I made no effort to contain the laughter that bubbled up inside me, shaking my head completely ignoring the way my heart fluttered at the thought that he remembered everything I said.
We walked into his kitchen and surely enough, ingredients laid on the kitchen island, "What are you making?"
He leaned in and kissed my temple before letting go of my hand and walking to the other side of the island, "Aglio e olio," He grabbed his apron off the island, putting it on.
Taking a seat on the black leather stool at the island, I spoke, "Where'd you learn to cook?" I asked out of curiosity.
"College," He answering with a smile as he tied his apron in the back, "I had to, I was surviving off of ramen noodles for the first year and my body physically couldn't take anymore,"
I nodded with chuckle, "Understandable. Is college where you met Cole?"
He nodded, "He was my roommate's friend and ended up becoming my friend too," He turned his broad back to me, turning on the stove.
I nodded once again though he couldn't see, "Speaking of Cole, I don't think he liked me very much; he barely spoke to me,"
His back vibrated in a chuckle, "That's Cole for ya, at first I thought he hated me too," He moved to fill up a pot up with water for the pasta, "still think he does sometimes but you'll warm up to him," After putting the pot on the lit stove with the lid on, he turned to face me again, "who I can confidently say that he was not a fan of was Thea and her, I can't be too sure he'll warm up to,"
I watched him like a lovesick fool, taking in every detail of him, every fluid movement he made through his kitchen as he cooked. He moved like a professional chef, a hot professional chef.
And I sat there with a bowl of cherriesâthat he slid my way without me having to askâ my elbow on the island and my head on my hand watching. I wouldn't be surprised if my pupils had morphed into hearts from how hard I was staring.
When he occasionally peeled his gaze from the pot and met mine, I could almost swear that he looked flustered stumbled over his words, maybe even blushed a little.
This felt so right. Being with him in his kitchen, watching him cook. Everything left like it had finally clicked in place for me, like it was all starting to make sense. And it that moment I allowed myself to let go, not think of anything else, anyone else, just him. I wanted to stay in the little fragile bubble that his kitchen had become.
He snickered shaking his head as he plated our pasta that smelled and looked like heaven on earth, "What?" I asked.
He shook his head again, "Darlin, you're looking at me like you want me to kiss you again,"
I looked at him and without missing a beat my lips lifted into a cocky grin, "That's because I do, Darlin,"
In that moment, I could've sworn I saw fire catch in his eyes.
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