Micah

I gasped, my heart was pounding against my rib cage. What did Kristopher just imply? The thought of Zion and I together made him jealous?

'What do you mean by that?'

'Sir...are you implying that you like me?'

Are all the questions I would've asked if I wanted to ruin the moment. But I didn't.

I kept my eyes on his as my hand slowly made it's way to his collar, tugging him and pulling him for a kiss.

My eyes immediately shut as I felt his warm lips press mine. I opened my mouth, giving enough passage for his tongue to sweep in. This was the first time I had initiated a kiss between Kristopher and me. The first time it didn't feel so wrong, but satisfying.

His bittersweet taste made me moan.

I moaned softly as I leaned deeper into the kiss, my hands resting over his broad shoulders This wasn't like all the times Kristopher had kissed me before, there was something about this one, something secure.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins as his lips left mine and began sucking and softly biting my chin downward, he kissed the soft fabric of my turtle neck before his lips returned to mine.

Reluctantly I broke the kiss and watched him groan. His eyes questioned me as a smirk appeared on my lips.

"Implying isn't good enough. I want you to say it." My whisper came in small pants.

He didn't speak immediately, he contemplated letting me know how he really felt, wondering if it was going to come back and bite him in the ass and hoped it wouldn't.

That was my guess based on how he looked at me.

"I..I care about you Micah. I really do. No matter how obstinate or loud or stubborn you might be, I want you by my side. I want to be close to you and feel you. I want to touch you and be the reason why you laugh, why you moan. I get so jealous thinking of you in the arms of anyone except myself." He paused and stared at me and all I could see in his deep emerald eyes were hope, care and sincerity. "I really don't think I need to spell it out for you-"

"You do. I can be clueless at times." I giggled, pulling him closer with my arms wrapped around his neck.

He took a deep breath before smiling. And I thought he looked gorgeous with a poker face.

"You can be persistent and annoying but I like you, and I wouldn't have you any other way."

I smiled heartily, leaning in, dropping a quick peck on his lips.

"I like you too. Even though you can be mean, boring and a frog."

He rose his brows, smiling down at me.

"A frog?" His hands found thier way to my hips pulling me close.

"Yes," my smirk grew. "My frog." I closed the gap between us, kissing him gently, yet passionately. As cheesy as I sounded, I didn't care.

At this point I didn't have a single care in the world. Kristopher Lyon was in my arms kissing me with just as much emotion as I kissed him.

***

I lay on my back smiling dreamily at the ceiling. Every touch, ever detail of the kiss I shared with Kristopher came running back into my head.

I traced my lips as I relived the moment. I remembered the strong scent of his cologne, the way my hands dug into his stylishly gelled hair, his bulge hard press on my stomach when I leaned in so deep, the way he sucked on my chin and jaw.

I pursed my lips trying to stop myself from smiling as I got off the bed and paced round my room.

You have to sleep girl!

My inner voice screamed at me but I just couldn't. I felt so hyper as each words of Kristopher's confession I recalled.

Was it safe to say my house was safe? Since he liked me?

He wouldn't kick I and my family out since he liked me, would he?

I sighed deeply as I collapsed on the bed. My smile finally disappeared wearily.

I'll think about it in the morning.

I thought as my eyes finally closed and I retired for the remaining hours of the night.

***
Kristopher

Her Vanilla scent grew stronger each time I leaned in to kiss her. I smiled as I leaned deeper into the head board.

I honestly can't remember the last time I had been this excited. Micah added a little bit of light to my grey world. A grey world painted by my brother and Dina.

My only concern was I hoped I didn't leave some grey on her colorful world.

I stretched out to grab my phone which buzzed on the nightstand. I had a message from Dina. After all these years, I was shocked that I hadn't deleted her number. Except from now, she had never called or messaged me with this number.

I rose the phone closer to my face with uncertainty.

'Hey Kris. It's Dina, can we meet up tomorrow?"

What did she want now?

I scoffed as I re-read the message, my eyes were glued on the screen.

She wanted to meet up?

I chuckled bitterly as I flung my phone back to the nightstand.

I was far to busy to have meet-ups. My schedule was filled up and my week was going to be hectic.

I was completely over Dina so it wouldn't hurt to make her wait a bit. Just until I was sure I could see her face to face without doing something we'd both regret.

Besides I had a fucking appointment with some important partners. I had to be in Italy latest at noon.

I ran down my face in frustration as I stared at my packed suitcase at the corner of the room.

Should I let Micah know?