Desires - S01 E04

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Desires - S01 E04

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Kyle instantly got off me and off the bed. He went to stand near the bed, with his arms behind his back and his head bowed, staring at his feet.

“Hi, daddy!” I greeted my father as I shifted into a sitting position, breathing rapidly as if I’ve just ran a marathon.

My father stared suspiciously at the both of us, his deft fingers rubbing the dark stubble of beard that was recently growing.

He was a dark-skinned, tall and bulky man of forty five years of age and although he looked threatening, to me he was always my own personal teddy bear. Ever since I was young, when I didn’t call him “Daddy or dad”, I called him “Teddy”. That was quite convenient considering his name was, Theodor Reynolds.

“What did she do now?” My father asked Kyle.

“Sir?” Kyle looked up at him in confusion.

Kyle still hasn’t gotten over the formality when he spoke to my father. I’d introduced him to my family when Kyle was ten and I, just about to turn ten. Since then Kyle had always called my father in the lines of “Sir or Mr Reynolds”. The amount of respect he had for my father was quite obvious, which made sense because my dad was the only father figure Kyle had in his life, and that was excluding the áss that was Robert Reyes, Kyle’s father.

“It’s usually Keya who’s always the instigator,” My father continued.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Kyle’s face as both men turned and looked accusingly at me.

“That’s so true.” Kyle spoke.

I glared at both of them and they simultaneously burst out laughing.

I quickly got off the bed. “I’m telling mom that you guys are ganging up on me again!”

“Oh c’mon kiddo.” My father folded his arms across his chest.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

“What were you guys doing anyway?” he asked.

“Watching a movie,” I told him as I moved to my set of DVD’s to pick another movie to watch.

“Alright, but please keep the noise down next time,” he said.

I looked at him and began to motion for him to go.

He ignored me and started talking to Kyle about football and Xbox games. I tuned out of their conversation, glaring impatiently at the both of them. They were laughing, completely oblivious that I was in the room with them.

“Dad!” I interrupted them. “Go away.”

My father only grinned at me, holding his hands up as if in surrender.

“Alright, alright. Just remember to come downstairs for dinner in two hours,” he said.

“Is Mom cooking?” I asked warily. I remembered the last time my mother cooked. Well it’s safe to say that we ended up having a take away that night whilst the fire fighters tried to calm the smoke from the kitchen.

“No, I am.” My father scowled at the air as if remembering that day too. “Wouldn’t want to burn down the house again.” He winked at Kyle and me and then left my bedroom.

Kyle turned to me with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Don’t even think about it!” I warned him when he slowly walked towards me.

“Kyle I’ll kill you!” I threatened when he put both of his arms out and wiggled his fingers.

His eyebrows shot up at my threat, and he grinned.

“Kill me?” he asked as if not believing me.

“Stay away. Don’t even think about touching me!” My hands searched around for a weapon and I grabbed the first thing that came to contact. It was fluffy but I didn’t pay attention to it

Kyle laughed when I pointed whatever it was that was on my hand. I looked away from him to the object and silently seethed to myself.

It was a teddy bear. A freaking teddy bear!

“Are you planning to kill me with… that?” he asked, his eyes crinkling with laughter. As I backed once more I became trapped against the wall and he was about a meter away from reaching me.

I stared at him with wide panicked eyes as I searched for an escape.

His whole face was gleaming with a wicked smile that only told me of his intentions.

I manoeuvred my body with the wall but he followed me suit.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and when I opened them again, I gave him a look he only knew too well not mess with.

Instantly he backed away holding both of his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, I won’t tickle you. I got my revenge anyway,” he said in serious tone but in those crinkle green eyes of his there was also mirth.

“Good.”

“Good?” He smirked and then he went over to my bed and slumped down on it.

I just stood there staring at his form and admiring how long he was in my small double bed. I mean the guy was so tall he was practically leaning against my headboard and his feet still reached the end of my bed.

May I be damned but the boy looked so appealing and sexy; I could imagine myself on top of him and doing things that were not in the borderline of friendliness.

I shook my head as if to rid of the image.

“So what movie are we watching now?” he asked, opening his closed eyes to look at me.

I blushed again at being caught staring at him and quickly before he noticed that I was blushing I moved over to where my DVD’s were stationed.

There was no doubt at all that I, Keya Reynolds, was attracted to my best of eight years, Kyle Reyes. I have realized now how I was starting to lust over him, but did he the same with me?

Some part of me told me yes, that maybe he was considering the offer I presented a while ago downstairs when I teased him. But then another part told me; No, he couldn’t because he saw me as Keya Reynolds his awkward and somehow feisty best friend that needed protecting now and then when boys at school tried to get with her.

I wasn’t stupid; I knew why half of the guys never looked at me twice. It was because they were scared of Kyle.

Why? Well, because they sort of looked up to the guy. He got all the girls swooning at his very presence and he was smart at the same time. Sometimes if he really wanted, Kyle could become so deadly that you wouldn’t want to cross him. Obviously he would have admirers, and people wanting to have what he had.

I knew I wasn’t that attractive but I wasn’t ugly either. So while I was busy chasing after those guys, just for one of them to take my virginity; they were busy running away from me because of this boy right here, who was lying in my bed like he owned my freaking room.

So taking out the movie “Friends with Benefits” I stuck it on the player and then with confidence I strolled back towards my bed and layed next to him, draping my blankie around my waist.

“What did you put on?” Kyle asked looking down at me in confusion.

“You’ll see,” I told him vaguely as I watched the beginning of the movie.

“Oh fruck no!” Kyle swore as the scene began. “Friend’s with benefits, really?!”

“Shh,” I shushed him as I became engrossed to what was happening in the movie.

To be honest I’ve watched this movie so many times and to say it was one of my favourite, will be an understatement.

But there was a reason why I put it on right now and I could tell Kyle was suspicious about it because he kept on staring at me with narrowed eyes at every ten minutes.

I wasn’t obliviously unaware of the irony that has presented itself between this movie and the situation I was in with him. And that was my whole reason of why I put it in the first place.

Half way through the movie I felt the weight of the bed shifting and before I was even aware of it; Kyle was on top of me, pinning my hands upwards, the same position as earlier before he tickled me.

I stared at him, wide eyed and panicking. I couldn’t take another torture of tickles, my lungs were already sore enough from laughing so loud earlier.

“Why did you put this movie?” Kyle asked me in a threatening but alluring voice.

I swallowed the lump of my throat due to the close proximity we were in. If I were to move my head up by slightest then we’d be breathing the same air.

“I felt like watching it,” I lied.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “Really?”

It was obvious that he didn’t believe me.

I nodded my head and licked my dry lips.

Now that was the mistake I regretted doing because Kyle shifted his gaze from my eyes to my lips. Sudden and unexpected tingling shivers shot through my spine, allocating to my stomach. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel any butterflies fluttering there. But, no, they weren’t just fluttering; they were freaking bombarding my stomach with their wings.

He just stared at my lips and I became flustered because I didn’t know what he was thinking. Seconds turned to minutes and his eyes still remained at my lips.

I was getting agitated now. And the fact that I couldn’t move my body or arms due to him pinning them down didn’t help either.

“Kyle…” I spoke after moments.

He quickly darted his eyes back to mine, clearing his throat and I gasped. His eyes were liquid green not just ordinary liquid but the liquid was molten green as if within the depths of his eyes, there were brimming with fire that was derived from the desire he was feeling.

Wait what? Desire? I was going out of my mind, was it possible that my wishful thoughts and my lust for him was now deluding my mind into thinking that he was feeling some desire for me.

Pfft! Yeah in my dreams.

But he still hasn’t let me go and he was still gazing at me like I was some delicious fruit that needed to be devoured.

I wanted him to kiss me. I didn’t care at that moment; I just wanted to feel his lips kissing mine.

Jesus Keya that’s your freaking best friend! Some part of me thought. But the rest of me was dominated by the lustful hormones that were exploding in my blood.

So I couldn’t help it but think of that. He was too sexy and his lips looked so inviting at the moment. Plus, he wasn’t helping the situation either by occasionally licking his lower lip.

“K-Kyle,” I croaked, my voice husky with…what lust?

“Yeah?” His voice too was raspy as mine but his were a sexy raspy that only made my insides tremble.

“Can I ask you a question?” I blinked a few times in order to free myself from his burning eyes.

“Yeah?” he repeated.

And it took a lot of will and courage to say what I had to say next and I had to close my eyes in order to avoid his eyes.

“If you weren’t my best friend would…would you have done it, when I asked you to take my virginity?

Oh Dammit! Those words sounded a lot better in my head. I dreaded his answer. I couldn’t even bear to look at him to see his reaction.

I felt the weight shifting off me and my hands being freed and that only meant one thing.

“Keya, look at me.” his voice sounded clear now, his tone serious.

I shook my head refusing his command.

“Dammit! Keya please!” he begged.

Well since he begged. I tentatively opened my eyes to look at him.

He was scowling at me and I didn’t even know if it was because of my question or because of my stubbornness.

He sat up and I followed his actions as I sat up from the bed.

He faltered his scowl to a frown but he was frowning down at my fisted hand on the bed instead of me. His looked serious.

“Well?” he asked.

I shrugged, confused.

“Fine.” And he took a deep breathe, moving his hands to rub his eyes.

“My answer is yes. Yes I would if you weren’t my best friend.”

I gasped at that, feeling the temperature increasing once again. But I frowned once his words registered into my brain.

“Why?” I found my mouth asking.

He frowned at me. “What do you mean…why?”

“Well, why would you do it?”

His frown increased, “Isn’t it obvious?”

I frowned myself, shaking my head.

“Seriously?” he asked.

“What?” I asked now annoyed and confused.

“You have no idea do you?” he looked at me incredulously.

“No idea about what?”

He shook his head, still looking at me incredulous.

I frowned at him. If this was a way for him to avoid answering my question then I will keep on pressing.

“So…?”

“So?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” I folded my arms around my legs and pressed my chin on my knees.

“I did. I told you I would.”

“Not that one, I want the reason why you would do it,” I told him, looking at him through my knees.

He only grinned at me in answer. “I completely forget how innocent you are sometimes.”

There he went again, changing the subject. At this moment I was close to giving up, but persistence was my middle name.

“I’m not innocent and stop changing the subject.” I scolded him.

He shook his head again still grinning and then he moved to pinch my cheek. “You so are and naïve too. It’s kinda cute.”

“Kyle if you are looking for a punch, you sure are close to getting one.” I warned.

But that only increased his grin. “Keya you know too well that your punches are feeble and they don’t do anything to me.”

I fumed inside at the truth of his words. While I’ll be putting all my strength into punching him the end result was always him standing completely unfazed as if nothing had touched him.

“Whatever.” I got up from the bed and shoved him off in the process as I walked to the bathroom.

When I got there I heard him chuckling and muttering “Crazy B!tch”

“I heard that!” I shouted at him from the bathroom.

“It’s true!” He yelled back and then continued muttering something I think I might have heard wrong because he said,

“If only she knew how f-----g beautiful she actually is.”

Authoress Ricky

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