The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 47

Kenna

You know that there's a word called 'smh' which means 'shaking my head'? Well, that's clearly what I'm doing right now as I cup onto my face, feeling the heat radiating as I continue to walk back towards our tents; this is way too much for me to handle right now. What was that?

Glancing at his lips? That was purposely asking him to kiss me! That was like giving him a hint. For god's sake . . . I can't be much dumber than now. I shouldn't have done that because if I didn't, he wouldn't have kissed me. He wouldn't even lean forward for the romantic intimacy.

Did I say . . . romantic?!

I am slowly going insane. I can feel it. My medulla oblongata is probably damaged for letting my heart rate raise; even more, my heart might even be pumping a lot of unnecessary blood throughout my body for the feelings I'm currently having.

Let's admit it. One by one. There are a lot of reasons to have feelings for someone like Aidan. More particular, for Aidan . . . so, let's list out why. Maybe, this is just a phase where it will pass and we can all pretend like it never happened.

It's probably just nothing and we can all forget about it in the nearest future. He can continue on with his life and I can continue on with mine as soon as we get a divorce in a few more months. Exactly, not a big deal and we're both adults, we can handle this.

After all, it's not just me who would have the possibility of having feelings for Aidan. Come on, he's good-looking, charming, funny, well-built, clever and he's even cute, sometimes! What's not to notice about him? If those typical women could fall for him, I'm no different. Of course, I never noticed how his eyes gaze into mine or when his lips curve up into a smile that shows off his perfectly straight teeth and slightly rosy cheeks due to the heat . . . but, maybe I'm just starting to notice it now.

Not only that, even his hands are beautiful. His fingers are long and somehow, his nails are very well-manicured; always short and clean, a little bit shiny if I may add. Okay, okay . . . let's all admit that he's the most good-looking man in New York. Correction, he's the most good-looking billionaire in New York.

Enough about his appearances! Even his career and his worth is amazingly surprising.

So, these are the reasons of why anyone including me, Kenna Anne, might be feeling a lil' something, something for Aidan Gabriel.

''Come join us!'' Harley invites with a wide smile on her face as she waves at me. She's sitting with Mia and Ava, getting ready to make some s'mores while the boys are grilling the meats.

''You've tasted these before, right? If not, you're really missing in life.'' She continues to speak, putting one by the fire while Mia is busy teasing Ava, trying to make her laugh; which cheers me up slightly at the sound of her giggles.

''I've tasted them before. They're nice,'' I reply.

A few hours are spent chatting and eating marvellous foods. Both Diana and Marc are sitting near the fire as she leans against his shoulder, smiling and probably remembering back to the old memories as they grew old together. My eyes can't seem to look away at the couple, seeing them attracting my curious attention.

My eyes wander towards Harley who's laughing near the tree as she chews on some s'mores, fed by Alain. They are laughing and smiling to each other, clearly enjoying themselves to a certain level while Mia sits with Ava, showing her the stars above.

Then, I glance at Aidan; seeing him sitting beside me with no expression on his face. His brown eyes are staring directly onto the fire; seeing it dance as he pokes onto it. As for me, I find him as my source of entertainment for the night. It's just funny how his family are happy and together while our relationship or more precisely, marriage is just a contract.

With a sigh, I begin to sit up straight, ''Give me some space of my own, Aidan.'' I say, trying my best not to raise my voice; not making the conversation being heard outside. ''Why is this tent smaller than anyone else's, anyway?'' I groan, slowly.

''I switched with Alain. He brought a small one and he said it wouldn't be able to fit Ava if he uses it. So, we swapped tents.'' He replies, running his fingers through his, messy brown hair. Somehow, they're just falling down, effortlessly; enhancing his beauty.

'Stop it, Kenna! Don't bother about his beauty or anything else.' I thought to myself, wanting to just literally slap my face or bang my head against the wall to kick some senses in me but I know deep down, it won't work as easy as that.

''Since when are you so generous?'' I raise an eyebrow, ''Now . . . we're stuck in this small tent when it can barely fit both of us.''

''Let's just try again. I'll make sure we fit,'' He bumps onto the spot beside him, gesturing for me to lay on my back and I do, the same time as he does. Our shoulders bump again and apparently, this time, I can't help but groan louder before smacking onto his arm, causing him to protect himself from my attacks.

''You and your damn broad shoulders! Keep your shoulders to yourself, god damn it.'' I say, angrily.

''Fine! Fine! Take the goddamn space,'' He sits up before moving away and leaving me in the middle on my own as he tries not to show how he is suffering from the lack of space. Even though he pushes himself further towards the tent, he's not getting further away from me.

We both stare at one another, only looking at each other without saying a single word. It appears a little bit awkward and somehow, annoying but I can't utter more words to express how this is just pissing me off than actually letting me feel anything else. Then again, why are we even making it a big of a deal when it's just about not having enough space in this damn tent?