Chapter 7

I'm not even at Kevin's place yet, and my heart is already beating fast as I finish preparing myself.

My makeup is off, my braids have been taken care of, and my armpits have a peach scent I am in love with. I don't know if I should bring my bonnet that I use to cover my hair though.

I want to be cute, but at the same time, I don't want to ruin my braids for him. I'm also too lazy to fix them. Ugh, whatever, I'm taking it. I shove the black satin bonnet inside the big white purse that already has my morning products inside.

Since he lives right in front of me, I don't need to bring a pair of clothes. In fact, I'm going there with my newest pyjamas I bought for this occasion since I usually sleep with a random sweater and call it a night.

Soft, plaid pants and a black cami top are enough. I put on a grey cardigan, slip my feet into a pair of Vans and head out with the heavy purse on my shoulder.

I cross paths with Liam, who gets out of his room at the same time. His dark eyes travel down my petite frame. "Where are you going?"

I grin, winking at him. "Out. I'll see you tomorrow." I say, walking past him.

"You better not come back pregnant!"

I laugh, closing our door and heading straight to Kevin's.

I take a few mindful breaths. Nothing will happen. We will just sleep and move along with our lives tomorrow. It's the perfect content for my non-fiction.

...Ugh.

What if something happens though? I quickly shake my head as I type the passcode, unlocking the door where he lives. I'm getting too ahead of myself.

My phone vibrates from my hand; A new message from none other than Kevin.

Kevin: Are you coming?

Me: I'm opening your flat's door now.

"Finally. My eyes are getting heavy," Kevin says with his head peeking out of the bedroom door.

I roll my eyes, slipping inside his safe space. "It's only midnight. Parties usually start now," I say.

He shrugs before taking his shirt off. My mouth goes dry. "It's different. If I know I'll be up late, my body gets all excited, but now? It just wants to sleep," he explains, throwing the shirt on the chair.

My eyes can't help but drop to his fit chest, loving how smooth it is. There's not a trace of body hair. I wonder if he waxes. He doesn't even have facial hair, so perhaps it's just genetics.

"Nöelle?"

I blink, looking back up. Kevin has his head tilted to the side. "Are you alright?"

I nod, putting the purse on the corner of his wooden desk. With only a laptop, water bottle, and a few action figures, his desk is pretty tidy.

"I guess I'm just tired as well," I say, faking a sleepy yawn. I don't think I'll be able to sleep with Kevin breathing down my neck.

He smiles before going under the covers of the double bed and lifts them, quietly motioning me to join in.

Once we're in bed, he turns the lights off. The switch is right above the headboard. Lucky bastard. Mine is all the way to the door. It's a nightmare.

I lie on my back, staring at the infinite darkness. So we're really sleeping. I sigh. I can still hear and smell Kevin's breath.

"You smell good," he states throughout this darkness.

I can't help but laugh. "That was pretty random."

"But it's true at least. You smell of fruit." He takes a deep inhale as I snort.

"This is weird," I confess.

"It is, but the darkness helps."

"You could be doing something nasty, and I wouldn't notice. Don't you have a night light or something?"

"Why would I have a night light? And why are you having dirty thoughts? I'm calm here," he says, shifting his body.

"How can I not have dirty thoughts when I can't see shit?"

"Here." His hand comes in contact with my small breast. My face drastically heats up as he squeezes it. What the hell is he doing? "That's weird. I thought your stomach was flat as hell."

I release a shaky breath, clearing my throat. "That's because you're touching my breast, you pervert."

As if his hand got electrocuted, he pulls away in a flash. "I swear I didn't mean it. Touch my chest if you want to."

I laugh. "Why would I do that?"

"That way we're even. C'mon, Nöelle."

I listen to him and land my hand on his fit chest. It's like touching a rock. I press onto it—I'm definitely feeling sculpted abs. I hear Kevin's breath become heavier. "How much do you work out?" I ask.

"Every morning right before a lecture." His voice is lower than before. I swallow a lump.

That's hot.

I simply hum, not trusting my voice anymore. My hand stays on Kevin's abs as I shift my body to his side. "You—You can put your head on my chest if you want," he quietly says.

My heart speeds up. Before Kevin changes his mind, I scoot close enough to lay my head on his chest. This feels pretty intimate.

His hand comes on my lower back as our legs graze each other. Even though the position is very intimate, my heated body is also tired, and my eyelids start closing.

I try to fight it because I don't want this moment to end, but my body wins over my brain, falling into a slumber.

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The chirps of birds are ringing in my ears. There's a solid mass underneath my head. My eyes slowly flutter open, meeting the closed window. The hue of the sun goes past the grey blinds, finally illuminating the room.

As I imagined, Kevin isn't the messy type. There's a wooden wardrobe next to his desk on my left. He put one of those removable coat hangers on it to hang his winter bomber jacket.

The boy beneath me mutters something inaudible. I frown, slowly lifting my head to look at his handsome face. His mouth occasionally moves, but no sound comes out. I wonder if he talks in his sleep.

"Kevin," I whisper, receiving no answer. I call him a few times when he says one word.

"No."

I raise an eyebrow as a smile tugs at my lips.

He can sleep-talk. That's so cute!

I stay quiet, patiently waiting for anything to come out of his mouth. Most of them are mumbles and no. I wonder what kind of dream he's having for so many no's. I rest my head back onto his chest, wanting to sleep a bit more.

"You like that?" he whispers when I close my eyes.

"I do." I have to stop breathing to hold back my laugh.

He mumbles something in reply before falling quiet. Damn, if I knew about it before, I would have recorded the whole night and checked what the hell he says.

A sharp gasp fills the silence, startling me. I quickly lift my head, finding Kevin looking at the ceiling with wide green eyes. His hand on my waist tightens.

"Bad dream?" I ask, receiving his attention.

Kevin's smooth brown-toned cheeks become faintly red when he glances at me. "I'm not sure yet," he says.

"What did you dream about?" I ask, laying my head back down. My fingers are aimlessly tracing the faint lines of his abs.

"Just—" He clears his throat. "Just useless stuff."

"Useless enough to make you say no, and do you like that?" I mimic his deep voice as I repeat what he unconsciously told me.

He sighs, squeezing my waist again. "I'll tell you about it one day, but for now, I think we have followed enough of what our therapist said."

No!

I snap my eyes shut, faking a yawn to slip out of my mouth. My morning breath flows out like a fresh breeze that luckily doesn't encounter Kevin's nose. "Let's just sleep some more before moving on with our lives."

Kevin chuckles. "I love that you keep saying that we move on with our lives when it's only getting more tangled."

I frown. "Is it a problem?"

"Not at all. Tanglings are good once in a while."

I bite my lip to hold back the grin. "You're such a player," I murmur.

Kevin snorts from above me. "Trust me, I'm not. I do consider myself lucky with the girls though."

"Of course you do. The ladies find you like a Greek God."

"More like an African sex God," he corrects, making me roll my eyes.

"That's just you being cocky by—" I gasp.

My hands are pressed against the soft bed being held by big ones. My heart flips from the position. Never in a million years would I ever witness Kevin pinning me down.

Not only that, but his following words leave my mouth wide open.

"Do you want this cocky to taste your cookie?"

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