Chapter 12

There's no way I'm letting a little girl destroy our plan with the therapist. I'm about to ice-skate toward her when Kevin tightens his hold around my wrist. "Don't do anything yet," he says.

My eyes narrow. "How can I not do shit when Isabel might tell everything to her mother? Did you not see the way she was storytelling to her father? And the doctor already heard enough at lunch. I don't know about you, but I don't want to see an angry version of her."

"And what do you want to do? Ask her if she can keep it a secret? She's twelve. She won't hold anything back even if she promises it."

My eyes narrow at Kevin. "Do you have a better idea?"

"We go to the doctor and come clean now."

I shake my head. "I need one last session. My non-fiction focuses more on the therapist than on us. I find it interesting when she starts lecturing us."

Kevin passes a hand through his buzz-cut head. "I'll help you finish it, but first, we need to come clean before that little girl does it for us."

I groan, dropping my head against his chest. I can hear his heartbeat pick up the pace. "Let's just bribe her with candies and Barbies," I say.

Kevin laughs, rubbing his hands on my back in a comforting way. "She's twelve and with the brain of her mother. I doubt she'll let her guard down that easily."

I scoff. "You're rejecting all of my ideas. Either accept one, or I'll do it on my own."

"But they're all bad."

"Kevin."

He groans. "Ugh, fine. Let's bribe the little girl."

I nod, pulling away from the hug and looking around for the little girl. She's skating with her dad nearby—he's unable to leave the rail alone.

I skate toward her, my feet sliding against the ice as if just yesterday I celebrated my one-year anniversary of ice-skating. Isabel's cyan eyes fall over me, an eyebrow lifts on her smooth round-shaped face.

I skate toward her father first. I need to have his permission to offer candies. Now that I think about it, Mr. Santiago looks young to have a twelve-year-old child.

The speed of my skating makes me want to try some old tricks. I start doing forward crossovers, grinning at my body that still remembers it without making me lose balance.

Isabel's eyes are wide and she approaches me, instantly stopping me. "Can you teach me that?" she asks with a voice full of hope.

I grin. This is perfect.

I look back at Kevin, watching him slowly skate toward the rail, his eyes focused on his feet. On the other side, Isabel's father is on his phone, probably texting the doctor.

Mischief dances in my eyes as I put my hands on my bent knees, admiring how bright and pure her eyes are. That's the best part of being a kid.

"I don't teach this to anybody. You might have a price to pay," I say, holding back the cocky smirk.

"But I don't have any money yet!"

Got her.

"Well, I think I might have something in mind, but I'm not sure you'll be willing to accept," I say as I start skating around her tiny slim frame, purposely going backward.

My hands are clasped behind my back as I watch her eyes look at me in awe. "I will! Tell me, tell me!"

I halt in front of Isabel. "Simple, keep the conversation I had with my friend to yourself for life."

She nods. "Okay. Can you now teach me those tricks?"

I smile, returning the nod. For the next couple of hours, my focus is on Isabel, guiding her in doing the forward and backward crossovers. I glance back at Kevin a few times, always catching his eyes on me.

The boy is deep in his thoughts. He's leaning against the rail with crossed legs and arms, his head slightly tilted as he watches me. I wonder what he's thinking about.

Meanwhile, Isabel's father is cheering us up. I think he also makes a short video of his daughter following in my footsteps.

Kevin is the one that interrupts the lesson. "Nöelle!" he yells. I turn around, finding him motioning me with his finger to go to him.

Isabel tightens me in a hug, thanking me over and over again. I laugh, hugging her back before watching her skate back to her father. I head to my crush, stopping in front of him with my hands gripping the rail behind his black bum.

"I think you've helped her enough," he says.

"We should be fine. Isabel promised not to tell a soul, and I trust her."

Kevin sighs. "I hope you're right. Anyway, should we go eat? We've been here for hours."

I grin as I uncross his arms, intertwining our fingers together before pulling him further inside the cold ring. "Ten more minutes, and we're out."

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"Oh my God." I cringe at Tamera's loud moan.

"This is stupid," Kevin comments in complete darkness.

"There's no escape to the brothel, I guess," I say, pulling the covers of his bed over my head.

Dinner with Kevin was perfect. He was sweet and genuinely asking more about my life before we ended up endlessly talking about uni.

When we were done with the food, I was ready to go back to my flat and sleep—unfortunately, Liam had to ruin everything by shagging Nerdy Sarah again.

I'm not a light sleeper, but if I'm awake when the devil's Tango starts, there's no way I can fall asleep, which is where Kevin came right in.

A text message later and a bag packed with clothes and essentials, I found my eyes staring at the hot Kevin in his grey pajamas and a black dressing gown.

I raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you wear a dressing gown?"

"Are you really keeping me awake to talk about my shitty dressing gown?"

I frowned. "Didn't you read my message?"

"Not yet—" I pushed him aside, walking inside the flat and straight to his room.

Kevin followed me. "Nöelle, it's late. What happened?"

I threw my bag in the corner of his room. "I'm sleeping here."

"Why?"

I turned around, seeing him taking off the gown and hanging it on the door's hanger. "Liam has company tonight," I said, sitting down on his unmade bed.

Kevin's eyes popped out. "Is it Nerdy Sarah again?"

At my nod, the boy's gaping mouth turned into a grin. "Oh God, he's such a bastard," he said, chuckling while we slipped under the covers.

Adrenaline sparked my body's temperature when he unconsciously pulled me toward him. My head rested on his chest—his fingers tracing random shapes on my back.

"What did I miss?" I quietly asked, letting my own fingers gently rub his chest and tummy.

Kevin's smell made my heart skip a beat. God, I don't know what it is about men's shower gel, but I could sniff him all day. My eyes fluttered close. I could hear his heart slamming against his ribcage at a fast pace. I loved it.

"Remember Noel? He's been fancying her for months, and Liam knows about it."

I hummed, one step away from falling into a deep slumber. "Does Noel know that he's with Sarah?"

I'm pretty sure Kevin turned the lights off since the sound of a switch filled the silence for a second. "I don't know. I don't think so."

I hummed again, making him chuckle. "Goodnight, Nöelle."

I was ready to fall asleep. I was in peace and in the arms of the boy I'm madly in love with. I couldn't be happier, but right when I was on the brink of going unconscious, the squeaking of a bed snapped my eyes open.

Kevin groaned. "You've got to be fucking with me," he said, annoyed, as he should be.

The squeaking didn't stop, and too soon, groans and moans followed. Fucking thin ass walls. They're the worst to have in university accommodation. "It's in moments like this I wish I lived in a studio," I said.

It didn't take me long to realise that Tamera was the girl moaning since it's the same voice I heard the last time she had fun with Andros, which brings us to the present.

The squeaking gets louder, and it takes all my willpower to not roll my eyes. "We should annoy them. Perhaps they'll be quieter," Kevin suggests, and the devilish act I play with Tamera every time Liam has loud girls pops back into mind.

I grin. "Follow my lead," I say before clearing my throat and releasing the most unrealistic high-pitched moan my vocal cords can muster.

Kevin snorts, his shoulders and chest shaking and making my head bounce. "No way," he says, his voice trembling, ready to burst out of laughter.

"I can't be the only one doing it," I whisper back. I let out another high-pitched moan, and this time Kevin mimics me.

"Oh my God, Kev, you're so big," I moan, unable to keep my grin down.

Kevin groans, and not going to lie, it's hot. "Fucking hell, you're so wet for me, love."

My mouth goes dry at the husky voice that comes out of him. The squeaking stops, and I'm glad we're in the dark, or my wide-eyed face would be an open invitation for him to actually do me.

Kevin nudges me to continue, and I open my mouth, releasing another moan, but lower this time, making it seem real, for once. "Go harder," I almost yell.

"Shut up, Nöelle! You guys completely turned us off!" Tamera yells from the other side.

Just like that, Kevin and I burst out laughing.    

to be continued...

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