The Best Friend's Contract

"You look tired," She says as she stands at the exact spot. "Not really," I reply.

Kenna's eyes are staring directly at me and it bothers me that I can't read what's on her mind because sometimes, I wonder what she's currently thinking about. Is it about life or is it about me? Has it ever been about me?

There are times when I can't help but only think about her... it worries me, not knowing what exactly is that I feel when I'm with her or without her. It confuses me even more when she appears on my mind almost every single day-spontaneously just trying to interrupt my daily activities by the thoughts of her.

I've never exactly been in love. I wouldn't really say that I don't want to fall in love because I do want to fall in love but with someone that matters most to me, someone that would make me happy, someone that would make me feel as if there's nothing else more important than being close to her and someone that I can love for the rest of my life.

Maybe, just maybe, I'm asking for a bit too much.

Worse... my expectations are maybe too high. It's hard for me to fall in love and maybe it's even harder for me to fall out of love-that's why I expect more from other people. I expect them to return back and even more, by far... it hasn't been working out the way I want. I've always looked at the things around me, trying to see them in a different perspective but I'm left more and more confused.

There, the woman standing in front of me, has been the only one who cared about me. More than my money or my title... more than how I care about myself. She was there through thick and thin, she was everything anyone could ever ask for and more importantly, she was the one who made me laugh, who made me cry and who made me scream in anger.

She was entirely someone I had hoped to appear in my life.

"It bothers me," I mutter under my breath but loud enough for her to hear which causes her to take a few steps closer towards me before frowning.

"What does?" She asks, eyes focusing into mine.

"Certain things... there are certain things that bothers me. I don't exactly know what but it's bothering me," My voice low and almost inaudible as she frowns, not completely understanding the whole thing but she places her hand on mine, entwining our fingers together before giving me a squeeze of hope.

"You're just tired. You're also a little bit high from the painkillers," She says which causes both of us to chuckle. "I don't understand what you're talking about but that's okay. You just need to rest for a little while. Would you do that?"

"Yeah... I'm starting to feel a little bit dizzy. The painkiller is also starting to wear off," I reply before wincing at the pain on my left arm before laying on the bed-slowly, not wanting to hurt my already broken arm.

I blink a few times before falling into a deep sleep, not realising how fast it was to immediately let my surroundings shut away while I rest.

For what it seems to be hours, I start to open my eyes after hearing noises coming from downstairs before looking around, seeing Kenna standing near the closet in her bra and panties on without anything other than that which causes me to frown; making sure that I'm not having a dream about her.

I end up pinching myself, in order to make sure that this is real. In fact, this is as real as it can get as she tries to look for a suitable dress for tonight, not realising that I have woke up from my nap.

My eyes remained focus onto her back and down her legs, seeing how I've never seen or looked at her this way before. Yes, I've seen her in bikinis before but no, I haven't seen her in her undergarments. The way she stands stall, defining her posture and by the way her hair falls down to her mid-waist... it amazes me.

Just as she puts on her long summer dress, she accidentally bumps onto the dresser which causes her phone to fall onto the ground; making me close my eyes, immediately-not wanting to get caught for staring. "Shit," She mutters under her breath.

I open my eyes to find her looking down at her phone before placing it on the bed, looking at me to find that I'm currently awake which causes her to smile. "You're up? Feeling any better?" She asks, sitting beside me.

Her dark brown hair falls in loose waves behind her while I try to erase the images of seeing her standing there, sexily; almost making me lose my grip of reality.

"Yeah... what time is it?" I ask, frowning as I pretend to be exhausted.

"Seven. The guests have arrived half

I

an hour ago but I decided to stay until you wake up. Now, that you're already awake... it's time for you to change, She says before heading back towards the closet, looking for a proper shirt for me to wear before bringing myself downstairs and

meet the people who I've come to

forget.

I stand up, making my way towards her as she turns towards me. "How about this? Just a simple shirt with a colour that matches my dress," She points at it and I nod, smiling.

Within seconds, she is already starting to walk away towards the bathroom but then I realise that I can't simply do this on my own. "Kenna... I think I need a little help with this." My eyebrows frowning before looking down at my casted forearm, "Can't really take it off myself,"

She walks back towards me.

Both of her eyes are looking up into

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mine before slowly placing her hands near my waist, lifting up the shirt to reveal my abdomen area. As her eyes remain focused onto my upper body, I look away from her not wanting to make the situation more awkward than now. Just as she lifts up the shirt, taking it off my right hand first before slowly moving to my left hand, I can feel her small fingers tracing onto my skin, accidentally.

Once she has successfully taken the shirt off, I am left shirtless in front of her which causes me to stare down at her; seeing that she's trying her best to avoid any further eye contacts but I can't help myself, I can't help it when I want to look at her more than once. To my surprise, our eyes meet as she tries to pick up the shirt from the ground, which had fallen when she was clumsily trying to hide her blushed cheeks.

She slowly starts to stand up, our bodies inches away from one another as we continue to stare without uttering a single word or make a single movement. "I... I think this is a bad idea," She breathes out as I lean in, slowly and slowly brushing my nose against hers. "What is?" I ask, clenching my jaw.

I stay still without making any further movements, not wanting to make it seem like I'm forcing her into something that she doesn't want but by the way she glances down at my lips and lean her body forward towards mine-I can tell that this is not a one-sided thing. "This... you and me," She bites her lower lip. "Being this close or even doing what we're thinking of doing,"

"What exactly are we thinking of doing?" I raise an eyebrow as I smirk, wanting to tease her as I brush my nose against her cheek, making her close her eyes at the contact.

My head leaning deeper and deeper before slowly going down to her jawline, planting kisses down her neck; making her run her hand down my arm before stopping at my elbow. Both of her eyes are closed from the sparks overflowing our bodies as I kiss onto her neck, one more time... this time longer than before.

"Mmm, I don't know." She finally answers.

My body eases at the smell of her fragrance, the same exact perfume that she have been using for years now; Bombshell by Victoria's Secret and I can't help but say it has been my favourite when she wears it-not because it has a certain seductive smell but because it mixes well with her own scent.

I lift my head up, looking into her eyes as we are only inches apart before seeing them open again, looking into mine with slight hesitation in them but I know that deep down, we're both slightly needing and mostly confused.

Within seconds, I manage to find the

softness of her lips with mine. The way her full and luscious lips move against mine in a passionate yet slow kiss, it starts to make me

realise how much I miss the net

I taste of

it-more likely, make me realise how I never had the chance to really experience it fully, more busy trying to impress the people around me.

Just as it starts to make my heart flutter, I immediately break the kiss to stare back at her, seeing her lips becoming pinker and her cheeks have warmed up from the short kiss.

She breathes out as I clench my jaw, "Can we just do it one last time and forget this thing ever happened? Can we not mention it as soon as we walk out of this room?" She asks, looking into my eyes with a pleading look; somehow not wanting the moment to end. "Deal?" I look down in between to find her raising her little finger, waiting for me to complete the 'pinky promise' which causes me to smile, entwining her little finger with mine.

"Deal," I reply before kissing her lips, her hands cupping onto my face as I place my right arm around her waist-making sure that this moment lasts as long as it can before we step out of this room, pretending to forget it ever happened.