Chapter 45~ Missing my almost lover
Chapter 45~ Missing my almost lover
KYLIE’S POV
I don’t know why I expected him to be at my side when I woke up when I was the one who asked him to give me space. When I was the one who asked to be just friends.
But I woke up feeling the distance regardless. He was sleeping on the couch, one my little pink blankets covering only a portion of him.
He made quite the picture. A cute one to be exact.
But The sight of him like that, and the memory of last night, had me second guessing if maybe I had not been too rash with him these past couple of days. And if I was being honest with myself, I think it was safe to say that I had missed him. I had missed having him in my space.
“So, are you going to keep staring, or are you going to ask me what I’d like for breakfast?” He asked and I gasped. His eyes were still closed.
“I didn’t realize you were already awake,” I said, walking closer to him as he opened his eyes.
“Only partly, if I’m being honest. Good morning.” He said to me, looking at me softly.
“Good morning,” I said and felt at a loss after that. He watching me with those eyes that had always made my knees weak and I did not know what to do with myself.
“Are you hurting?” He asked me and that caught me off guard.
“What?”
“From last night.” He explained and began to sit up.
“Ohh,” I said and shook my head at myself. I had almost forgotten. Almost.
“Uhh, I think I feel better. I slept off most of the bang. And my head is surprisingly clear.”
“Hmm. That’s good.” He said, and still kept his eyes on me. I couldn’t quite read what it was about the way he looked at me. His expression was very unreadable, but it made me feel very vulnerable and very seen.
“Come here.” He said and stretched out his hand toward me. I took it without thinking and he brought me closer and made me to sit beside him.
“I noticed some scratches yesterday,” Henry said and gently placed his hand on my cheek as he searched my neck, and the back of my hand.
“I guess that’s why I stung while bathing last night,” I said, while I fought an internal battle. His hand, on my skin, all but lit something inside of me.
How had I forgotten what being close to him like this, what him touching me like this actually did to me?
“It hurt to bathe last night?” He said, his breath on my skin pushing me closer and closer to need.
For a woman who had told herself she was done with him, It was too early in the morning to be feeling this way.
“Only a little,” I said in a voice that I didn’t recognize.
“Hopefully it will hurt less today. The worst of it was last night.” He said finally and let me go.
The disappointment I felt was both sudden and unexpected and I chastised myself for it.
I couldn’t be mad at him for respecting my space if I was the one who asked for the space.
“Since you won’t ask me what I want for breakfast. How about I make something?” He asked, ran a finger down my cheek, and sent jitters up my spine.
“You made something night.”
“And now I want to make something this morning too. How about pancakes? Do you have a desire for pancakes?” He asked and I smiled weakly, shrugged a bit.
“I’ll have whatever you make, Elijah. I’m just thankful you want to make it.”
“Don’t get weepy on me, Ky,” he said and began to stand, Stetching out his hand so that I stood too.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked and he looke
“Doing what?”
“Taking care of me. Being soft with me. Why?”
Successfully unlocked!
“You know why, ky. I care about you. It doesn’t really need an expansive explanation, now does it?” He asked and I pressed
Chapter 45 Missing my almost lover
my lips together.
“Thank you,” I said, and drew me closer by placing his hand on the small of my back.
“You don’t have to thank me, ky. Being here, with you, that’s more than enough for me.” He said in a low whisper and I sighed.
“Okay.”
“I’ve missed having you close.” He said softly and I sighed again. I had missed having him close too. But I couldn’t possibly bring myself to tell him so, so instead I basked in the feel of his body so close to route, and tried to fight for my sanity. “Come now.” He said, after some moments passed, his voice hoarse. As though, he too felt the need I had felt as well, “the pancakes await.”
If it was strange that neither of us acted on whatever we had felt moments ago, he said nothing.
“These are nice,” I said, taking another bite of Elijah’s chocolate–coated pancakes and licked my fingers.
“Finger licking goodness!” Elijah exclaimed and I laughed.
“Something of that sort,” I said and took another bite.
“Come on, give me my flowers.” He said good–naturedly and I laughed.
“Okay. Okay. Finger licking goodness!” I exclaimed too and he laughed.
“Where did you learn to cook though?” I asked, remembering how good the mac and cheese was last night as well.
“My mother taught me.” He said softly and had my attention. I don’t think I had heard him talk about his mother before.
“I thought you were a rich kid with servants doing all the cooking and cleaning.”
“My mother takes great pride in her cooking.” He said calmly, “And as a boy, I liked being close to her. So I learned a thing or two. So that even into teenagehood I would still find myself in a kitchen, whipping up a craving or something I saw online.”
“So you’re like her in that manner. Taking great pride in your cooking.”
“I suppose you could say that.” He said and took a bit of pancake.
Our conversation lulled after that and we finished off our breakfast in comfortable silence.
I was a bit lost in thoughts of my own, to be honest. Quite confused as well, because although we sat comfortably, although he had me so close, he didn’t try to bring up any talk about going on a date, or trying to resurrect what we were before. It was like he was comfortable with what we had become, and I think I was beginning to worry.
“You’ve got a little bit of something-” he said and drew closer to my face, smiled, and began to clean off something from my cheek. Possibly chocolate.
“There.” He said, still smiling, but he didn’t try to move away and neither did I.
Our faces were so close that I thought he was going to kiss me, but after a couple of seconds, he ran a thin across my cheek and pulled away.
I was flabbergasted!
I watched as he cleared his plates as though nothing had just passed between us. Or was that his one perception of things? Had nothing really transpired between us on his end?
“Finish up, so I can wash that for you.”
He said and began to rise. But I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was still gentle, he was still looking out for me, but something had changed.
The Elijah I knew would have never passed up the opportunity to kiss me the way he just did. He was too touchy, too affectionate.
So things had changed, my Elijah was gone. And I couldn’t help but feel sad about the unforeseen loss that I might have caused.
