The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 58

''You look tired,'' She says as she stands at the exact spot.

''Not really,'' I reply.

Kenna's eyes are staring directly at me and it bothers me that I can't read what's on her mind because sometimes, I wonder what she's currently thinking about. Is it about life or is it about me? Has it ever been about me?

There are times when I can't help but only think about her . . . it worries me, not knowing what exactly is that I feel when I'm with her or without her. It confuses me even more when she appears on my mind almost every single day—spontaneously just trying to interrupt my daily activities by the thoughts of her.

I've never exactly been in love. I wouldn't really say that I don't want to fall in love because I do want to fall in love but with someone that matters most to me, someone that would make me happy, someone that would make me feel as if there's nothing else more important than being close to her and someone that I can love for the rest of my life.

Maybe, just maybe, I'm asking for a bit too much.

Worse . . . my expectations are maybe too high. It's hard for me to fall in love and maybe it's even harder for me to fall out of love—that's why I expect more from other people. I expect them to return back and even more, by far . . . it hasn't been working out the way I want. I've always looked at the things around me, trying to see them in a different perspective but I'm left more and more confused.

There, the woman standing in front of me, has been the only one who cared about me. More than my money or my title . . . more than how I care about myself. She was there through thick and thin, she was everything anyone could ever ask for and more importantly, she was the one who made me laugh, who made me cry and who made me scream in anger.

She was entirely someone I had hoped to appear in my life.

''It bothers me,'' I mutter under my breath but loud enough for her to hear which causes her to take a few steps closer towards me before frowning.

''What does?'' She asks, eyes focusing into mine.

''Certain things . . . there are certain things that bothers me. I don't exactly know what but it's bothering me,'' My voice low and almost inaudible as she frowns, not completely understanding the whole thing but she places her hand on mine, entwining our fingers together before giving me a squeeze of hope.

''You're just tired. You're also a little bit high from the painkillers,'' She says which causes both of us to chuckle. ''I don't understand what you're talking about but that's okay. You just need to rest for a little while. Would you do that?''

''Yeah . . . I'm starting to feel a little bit dizzy. The painkiller is also starting to wear off,'' I reply before wincing at the pain on my left arm before laying on the bed—slowly, not wanting to hurt my already broken arm.

I blink a few times before falling into a deep sleep, not realising how fast it was to immediately let my surroundings shut away while I rest.

For what it seems to be hours, I start to open my eyes after hearing noises coming from downstairs before looking around, seeing Kenna standing near the closet in her bra and panties on without anything other than that which causes me to frown; making sure that I'm not having a dream about her.

I end up pinching myself, in order to make sure that this is real. In fact, this is as real as it can get as she tries to look for a suitable dress for tonight, not realising that I have woke up from my nap.

My eyes remained focus onto her back and down her legs, seeing how I've never seen or looked at her this way before. Yes, I've seen her in bikinis before but no, I haven't seen her in her undergarments. The way she stands stall, defining her posture and by the way her hair falls down to her mid-waist . . . it amazes me.

Just as she puts on her long summer dress, she accidentally bumps onto the dresser which causes her phone to fall onto the ground; making me close my eyes, immediately—not wanting to get caught for staring.

''Shit,'' She mutters under her breath.

I open my eyes to find her looking down at her phone before placing it on the bed, looking at me to find that I'm currently awake which causes her to smile. ''You're up? Feeling any better?'' She asks, sitting beside me.

Her dark brown hair falls in loose waves behind her while I try to erase the images of seeing her standing there, sexily; almost making me lose my grip of reality.

''What exactly are we thinking of doing?'' I raise an eyebrow as I smirk, wanting to tease her as I brush my nose against her cheek, making her close her eyes at the contact.

My head leaning deeper and deeper before slowly going down to her jawline, planting kisses down her neck; making her run her hand down my arm before stopping at my elbow. Both of her eyes are closed from the sparks overflowing our bodies as I kiss onto her neck, one more time . . . this time longer than before.

''Mmm, I don't know.'' She finally answers.

My body eases at the smell of her fragrance, the same exact perfume that she have been using for years now; Bombshell by Victoria's Secret and I can't help but say it has been my favourite when she wears it—not because it has a certain seductive smell but because it mixes well with her own scent.

I lift my head up, looking into her eyes as we are only inches apart before seeing them open again, looking into mine with slight hesitation in them but I know that deep down, we're both slightly needing and mostly confused.

Within seconds, I manage to find the softness of her lips with mine. The way her full and luscious lips move against mine in a passionate yet slow kiss; it starts to make me realise how much I miss the taste of it—more likely, make me realise how I never had the chance to really experience it fully, more busy trying to impress the people around me.

Just as it starts to make my heart flutter, I immediately break the kiss to stare back at her, seeing her lips becoming pinker and her cheeks have warmed up from the short kiss.

She breathes out as I clench my jaw, ''Can we just do it one last time and forget this thing ever happened? Can we not mention it as soon as we walk out of this room?'' She asks, looking into my eyes with a pleading look; somehow not wanting the moment to end.

''Deal?'' I look down in between to find her raising her little finger, waiting for me to complete the 'pinky promise' which causes me to smile, entwining her little finger with mine.

''Deal,'' I reply before kissing her lips, her hands cupping onto my face as I place my right arm around her waist—making sure that this moment lasts as long as it can before we step out of this room, pretending to forget it ever happened.