15
Kira
I wakeup to soft vibrations next to my head. I crack my eyes open, my limbs a tad sore from last night's sheet shenanigans, and check my phone laying on the pillow.
I read the text from Ky:Stay in bed, Snow. I want you naked when I get back.
I smile like a stupid idiot making note of the time. I’m supposed to be leaving for the airport right now instead of just waking up. However, I’m choosing to stay in bed. Choosing to stay in the States with Ky, my stepfather’s son, whom I’m falling madly in love with. My therapist would officially diagnose me insane. For the first time though, insanity has never been so appealing.
I text back:Naked brunch?
Ky:Fuck yes
I liein bed waiting for far too long. I’m antsy, and I need coffee. Ky said he wanted me naked, so I have a fix in case he comes home while I’m downstairs. Throwing my hair up in a bun and putting on a sheer white nightie with ruffles on the hem, I head downstairs.
It is a glorious fucking day, so I open up the whole house. The glass walls separate along the entire back of the first floor, making an indoor space an outdoor space. I inhale the sea air as the sound of the waves crash against the shore and the seagulls soar in the wind.
I hear avroom-vroomof an engine.And not a bike engine either. No, I know the sound of that exact engine. The way it purrs and idles.
I sneak to the foyer to peek out the window, and I find a surprise. Ky getting out of an electric blue Viper with white racing stripes. Holy fuck, he didn’t.
I watch him enter the house, punching in the key code, juggling two coffee cups and a brown bag. I step back until I’m nearly in the kitchen. He catches me out of bed. I can’t see his eyes because they’re covered by his dark Oakleys, but I can read his body language. He’s surprised to find me, but not upset. He stalks toward me, and I stay completely still until he’s right next to me.
“Snow, you were supposed to stay in bed.” He presses a firm kiss on my head. “You didn’t listen.”
“I’m still naked. I half listened,” I defend my position.
“That material is getting ripped the fuck off your body as soon as I put this down.” The corners of his lips curl up sinisterly.
“I can just take it off right now and save you the trouble.”
“Ripping it will be more fun.” He leans over and catches my mouth with his, delivering a paralyzing kiss.
“Mmm,” I moan, and my response has him sporting a shit-eating grin.
“Damn right, baby. All it takes is just one kiss.”
“One kiss for who?” I challenge. Not wanting to come off as weak for him as I truly am. So fucking weak and feeble and tamed.
He snickers slightly. “Maybe both of us. C’mon.”
Ky sets his haul on the kitchen island, then hands me a cup. “Lavender latte.”
I take it utterly surprised. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He tosses his glasses onto the marble top and rolls his eyes.
“But you hate Bradlee’s.”
“I know.” He shrugs. “But that’s what you do for love, right? You stand in a shitty coffee shop you despise for an hour getting stared at just so you can order the girliest fucking latte on the menu. Which, by the way, is totally disgusting. I tasted it. I stand by my original assumption.”
I hold the coffee cup to my chest, with my heart about to burst. Who is this man? Could it be the person Gerard always talked about? The one I was so desperate to meet?
“Love?” is my only response.
Ky shakes his head lightly, like I caught onto his card trick. “What else am I supposed to call it?”
“I guess what it is.”
