Chapter 10

"You did what?!" Tamera gasps.

I nod, halting my fingers from typing on my laptop and spinning my chair toward my bed. Tamera is on her phone, wearing the cutest pastel blue onesie pajama. "We kissed! And it was so—" I bring my fingers to my puckered lips, imitating the old chefs' kisses.

"Are you like a couple now then?"

I sigh, shaking my head. "We didn't get to talk about it. Well, he tried, but I just kept kissing him."

Tamera laughs. "Nöelle!"

"I'm sorry! I just thought it was a one-in-a-lifetime situation and took advantage of it. What do I do now?" I groan, throwing my head back dramatically.

"Well, are you guys still going to therapy? You could just subtly ask the doc to help you."

I nod. "Yeah, we have it in a couple of days, but Kevin is coming to sleep at mine tomorrow, and I don't think we're gonna stay put this time."

She raises an eyebrow. "You shaved, didn't you?"

My dark face warms up. "Not yet."

Tamera grins, her almond-shaped eyes thinning even more because of it. "I can't believe you're finally getting shagged!"

"I'm not, though! He's coming here for the therapist experiment; Nothing more, nothing less."

Tamera's phone decides to go off now. My head tilts to the side, only to have my eyes pop out when she shows me who's calling her.

At the speed of light, I join her in bed. Tam's phone is pressed in between her ear and mine. A low voice says, "Hey, you busy tonight?"

Real classy Andros. I roll my eyes. I don't know what the hell she sees in him.

"So you disappear for days, and that's the first thing you say?" she asks.

"Are you really doing this over the phone? I'm coming to yours. Open the door in two minutes." Tamera doesn't have time to talk back that he hangs up.

"I don't know what you see in him," I say, shaking my head as I watch a grin linger on her lips.

Her dark eyes are ready to seize up her crush. She bolts out of the room, faster than speedy Gonzales.

I take the alone time to continue my writing but soon get interrupted by the couple outside. The walls are thin, so unless they go inside someone's room, I can clearly hear everything.

Tamera and Andros begin fighting about Andros's selfishness and Tamera's possessiveness before moving it to her bedroom. I'm surprised at the number of times they fight in the bedroom but never end up doing anything.

A strange couple.

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I sigh, putting the code that unlocks my neighbor's door building. The strap of my duffel bag is on my shoulder as I walk up to Kevin's flat. Upon entering, Mr. Bailey walks out of the bathroom in all his beauty.

A white towel is hanging around his waist as water drops down to it from his sculpted chest. I gape, starstruck.

His green eyes widen as he freezes on the spot. "Why are you here?" he slowly asks, frowning.

"I. . ." I blink a few times. My hand comes to my beating heart, trying to calm it down a bit. "I'm sorry. . . ?" It comes out as a question.

Kevin looks confused, as he should. What was I thinking? "Do you need. . . something?" he asks.

Why is it so damn awkward?

My eyes are glued to his damp abs and the perfect V, leaving little to the imagination. I crumble, covering my eyes with my hand. "I'm sorry, but I can't focus with you standing in front of me like a freaking God. Please, put something on."

Silence fills the room before Kevin's loud laugh replaces it. "Give me five minutes," he says, chuckling.

I nod, waiting to hear the door of his bedroom close. When it happens, I uncover my eyes, sliding my hand to my heating forehead. Damn me, why is it so damn hot in here? I fan my face with my hands, feeling my body overheating.

I'm reacting like this by catching him half-naked. Imagine if it happens when he's naked. I'll faint like a total loser. I can already feel second-hand embarrassment for my future self.

At least now I know why he wasn't replying to my desperate texts. I gasp. My texts!

I pull my phone out from the outside pocket of my leather duffel bag, going straight into Kevin's chat.

Me: Save me, please.

Me: My flat just turned into a whore house.

Me: I might as well yeet myself out of the window.

Me: Update. I can't do it because the window has a safety lock.

Me: Can I crash at yours tonight?

Me: Nevermind, I'm coming anyway.

I quickly go to delete the messages when Kevin's Bitmoji appears in the chat. I instantly close Snapchat, my cheeks going on fire.

What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking, that's what happened!

I hit my forehead with the phone, wondering why I'm such an idiot when Kevin's wooden fire door opens.

"I can't believe you tried to yeet yourself," Kevin comments, leaning against the door, only wearing checkered black and white pajama pants.

I groan, covering my eyes again. "A shirt, please."

He chuckles as I feel a hand wrapping around my wrist and guide my body into a room. I peek at him through my fingers. "Get used to it, Nö. This is how I usually sleep."

He takes the duffel bag off of me, and I surrender, taking my hand off and looking everywhere but him as I sit down on the bed.

"Who's having sex at the flat?" he asks.

I shudder, letting myself fall back on the soft mattress. "Both. Tamera is having the time of her life with Andros while Liam is doing nerdy Sarah."

"Damn, he got to nerdy Sarah?"

I prop myself on my elbows, staring at Kevin's back as he sits on his chair; His eyes glued to the laptop. "How do you know nerdy Sarah?

"Everyone knows her. She's always at the library. We get easily distracted by staring at her impressive chest."

"You know you can say boobs."

"I know, but I want to show you my gentleman's side," he retorts, turning around and throwing a wink.

I snort. "A gentleman who told me to get used to seeing him shirtless."

Kevin gets up and walks up to me until he's hovering over me. My chest clenches as adrenaline rushes through my body. My head falls back to the bed.

"I'm sure I'm not the first guy to put you in this situation," he huskily says.

Which situation? The shirtless or you hovering over me?

I swallow a lump. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't think I'm the first guy who's shirtless around you."

You're the first that I like a lot, though.

I look away from his forest-colored gaze. "You might be right."

"Nöelle."

I hum as a reply, making him chuckle. "Look at me."

I comply, my breath hitching in the process. Are we really doing the exercise now? Ugh, look at that face. I can't even imagine seeing a chubby Kevin, but I'm sure he was cute as hell.

He nibbles his lower plump lips, and my gaze instantly drops to it. "I'm sorry, Nö," he says in a deeper voice that makes goosebumps appear in my body.

"Sorry about—" My lips are silenced by his. I melt, leaving my arms to reach for him. They grip onto his tensed shoulders as our tongues intertwine beautifully.

The slowness and the tender touch he does, pushing the few braids out of my face, makes my heart go into a marathon. He pulls away first, leaning his forehead against mine as we take deep breaths.

"I know you might not be interested in me, but I couldn't help myself," he says.

I frown. "You think I'm not interested?"

I can't feel Kevin's forehead anymore, and I flutter my eyes open, finding him sitting beside me. I sit up as well. "Are you?" he asks, genuinely confused.

"Are you kidding me? I came to therapy with you because I wanted to know you. I've had a crush on you for ages," I say.

Kevin's frown gets replaced with a grin. "So I was your crush, huh?" He puts his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me toward him. My face heats up as he pecks my lips. "And here I thought I had to hold myself back to keep you as a friend."

"You like me?" I blurt out with hopeful eyes.

Kevin smiles. "It's pretty hard not to like you when I'm aware that you're writing about our experience at the therapist on your assignment."

"Oh wow, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, you know, sometimes I sit here writing the script and start wondering about you. Is Nöelle writing about us? What is she writing about? Should I go check and see? Is she writing purely because of the assignment or to save the moments spent with me? All those types of questions kept coming until I accepted the fact that I like you."

I grin, throwing my body against his in a hug. Kevin's muscled arms wrap around my waist. "I'm taking that as a yes to everything that went through my mind," he says.

"You have no idea," I say, taking a deep inhale of the freshly washed boy.

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