The Best Friend's Contract

he meant every word. So, I must have those qualities.

My wavy hair falls down onto my chest before I begin to mess around with it, wanting to make myself appear sexy; something I want to make sure I have than just imagining if I do. Noah called me sexy and beautiful more than once when we were together, I'm pretty sure I turn to the side before gazing down at my hips and down to my legs again, standing in perfect posture to reveal my breasts and butt instead of looking like I have a hunched back.

As I lean back towards the closet, I bump into the nearest dresser which causes a couple of my bracelets to fall down onto the ground. I groan before leaning down to grab them, letting my body curve as I stand up straight; feeling confidently sexy in this lingerie. "Special night?" A familiar voice asks from behind which causes my eyes to widen.

I immediately turn around to see Aidan standing by the door with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his first button undone. Both of his eyes are glancing down at my body, staring a bit longer than necessary at my lips before meeting my eyes again; causing my heart to feel like it's going to thump out of my chest.

"You weren't home," I mutter as I lean back.

me.

"I just got home. Why are you in that?" He asks, this time, looking only into my eyes without gazing or glancing at other parts of my body but as I pay a closer look at him, I see how his jaw is clenched and his body is a bit tense; which is a good sign, right? He's attracted to Should I let mission Kenmitri start or should I just run back into the walk-in closet and pretend that this never happened? It's starting to become a life and death decision, for some reason.

"I... I was just trying it out because I was alone at home until you came back which is a surprise because I didn't know and if I did, I wouldn't be standing here in my lingerie. Also, why are you in my room?" I reply before questioning him back.

He clears his throat as he cross his arms, "I needed to talk to you about something but I seem to have forgotten all about it as soon as I walked in and see you in that," He answers with a sly smirk on his face without moving away from the door. "You like seeing me in this?" I raise an eyebrow, purposely lowering my voice at my question.

His lips curve up into a grin, "I love seeing you in that and I'd love it more if I get to see you out of that. It blocks the beautiful view, doesn't it?" The way he says those words, he's calm and it's making me question on whether the Aidan standing by the door is still my best friend or another version of Aidan which represents my husband.

Slowly but surely, I begin to make my way towards him as he continues to eye me without even bothered to blink or move. The way he looks at me starts to make me feel hot and it's somehow bothering me than bothering him but by the way he stands there without any intention of moving, it's beginning to make me tremble.

Once we're close enough, he gazes down at my lips before looking back into my blue eyes, "I know what you're doing." He mutters but loud enough for me to hear as we both stare back into each other's eyes without looking away. "What am I doing?" I ask, slowly.

He chuckles lightly, "Be careful, Kenna. I don't want you to do things you might regret because once I start, I'm not the man to stop." His words sound deeper and huskier in my ears as I find myself leaning closer towards him. "What if I ask you to stop?" I glance down at his lips for a couple of seconds-doubting myself but at the same time, wanting to challenge the man in front of me.

"Unless you ask me to stop," He replies.

I breathe out, "What is it with you? You're making me confused," The words slips out and I know it'd be too late to regret the words I've said as he looks back at me, wanting to figure me out.

"What am I doing to make you confused?"

'Some things. Everything.' I thought in my head but I don't bother to say it out loud because he'd ask for the reasons why and I don't have any. He's probably just being the same Aidan while I start to see him differently in ways I can only imagine. "What is it?" He asks again, this time, his expressions changes from playful to worried as he inhales deeply, trying not to meet my skin.

I clear my throat, "Am I not pretty enough? Does this not make you feel attracted? How can you just look at me and-"

To my surprise, he leans in to meet

my lips which causes me to close my eyes at the sensation. My heart starts to beat utterly fast as both of his hands wrap around my waist to pull me closer towards his body while I let my hands lay loose beside me, letting him run his hands on my upper back.

Within seconds, I find him pushing me deeper into the room with him holding me tightly around the waist, causing me to get lost in his soft yet passionate kisses. I find myself sitting onto the bed as he crouches to keep on kissing me without showing any intentions of stopping yet.

Without me realising, I find myself moaning at the way he starts to kiss down my neck; leaving a burning sensation behind as I try to hold back my moans but they just come out louder than intended before he starts to place his left hand

On my shoulder, purposely pushing one

string down to hang low around my

arm.

Just as I'm about to grab onto his collar and undo the rest of his buttons, he leaves me with disappointment by breaking the kiss. Our eyes meet in an instant, letting me see his brown orbs staring back at me as his lips redden from our previous kisses. I clear my throat before tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears, "Did you eat the scones?" I ask, causing him to look at me in surprise for a couple of seconds but he reacts quickly.

"I did. They tasted good," He stands up to sit beside me as he breathes out. "Where did you buy them? Don't tell me it's Café Lalo, I might actually slam myself against the wall." He adds.

He smiles down at me before standing up to let out a deep breath, "Get, uh, changed while I prepare dinner. I'll see you downstairs," He says without looking away from me as I nod, smiling back at him as I awkwardly shift on the bed.

We both chuckle, "No. Not Café Lalo,"

As he steps out of the room, I am left immediately hiding myself under the sheets before screaming into a pillow; wanting to let out all of the frustrations before lifting my head up. Even though that was the most embarrassing thing I've ever done apart from back in Dallas when I asked for the kisses to be forgotten, it may seem like I've got the answer to my question.

Yet, at the same time, by putting all of these pieces together, I appear to be one hell of a horny girl.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.