Page 174 of For the Fans
Okay. I can work with I think so.
Kissing him for many more minutes, I eventually turn off the water and hop out, grabbing us both towels. I’m not going to press this any more right now, because I don’t want to stress him out.
Hewantsto stay. That’s a gift I’ll gladly accept.
We both dry off side by side, my eyes falling to my toothbrush. I remember him using it this morning, and a grin tugs at my lips. Peeking at Kyran, I find him staring at himself in the mirror, blinking at his reflection. The blankness in his eyes kills my smile quickly, and I just watch him for a moment.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him do this… Stare at himself in the mirror; gawk at his own body, his limbs, as if he’s never seen them before. It’s like he’s an alien wearing human skin…An Edgar suit, if you will.
It’s strange, and I really don’t know what to make of it. But after a few minutes of silence, he’s starting to freak me out a little.
“Ky…” I rumble, a dash of worry in my tone.
He blinks hard, then turns his face in my direction, all traces of that vacant stare having vanished. “Yea?”
“Are you… alright?” I ask softly, keeping my expression casual, so as not to let him on to my concern for his sudden spaciness.
He puffs out an exhale, then grins, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Fine. Why?”
“No reason…” I shake my head. “You wanna wear some of my clothes?”
“’Kay,” he sighs, his smile becoming a little less wooden.
Forcing myself not to dwell on it, I bring him back into the bedroom, rustling him up a pair of boxer briefs from inside my dresser. He steps into them, then saunters over to the bed, stripping the dirty sheets off. I can’t help but just stare at him while he does it.
He seems like he’s fully comfortable being here, but then who would really know? Kyran has always been a bit of a closed book, so it’s hard to tell what’s going on in his head at any given moment. I’d like to think I’ve gotten to know him more overthe last few weeks, but even so, he’s not usually one to voice his emotions.
He keeps them bottled up inside, which is never a good thing when you’re developing strong feelings for the bottler.
What are you hiding inside that pretty head of yours, baby?
Will it have you running from me again?
“You didn’t have to make my bed for me.” I fold my arms over my chest while he secures the clean sheets on my mattress.
“Well, you’re kind of a slob.” He shoots me a smirk. “I just wanted to make sure it got done right.”
“Excuse you,” I huff. “I am very clean.”
“Right…” He chuckles. “You’re about as clean as The Dude.”
My laughter brings a sweet curve to his lips. Spinning, he traipses out of the room, and I have no choice but to follow him.
“Are you going to put on actual clothes?” I grin, biting my lip at the sight of his perfect peach of a booty in my black Calvins and nothing else.
“Are you complaining?” He pins me with a sly look before plopping onto the couch, grabbing the TV remote.
“That doesn’t sound like something I would do.” I sit down next to him while he chuckles.
We’re both on one cushion because Robin is currently snoozing on the other side, taking up a majority of the couch. Kyran glances at her and scoffs, shaking his head, though he’s smiling pleasantly while he searches for something for us to watch. He stops on one of the ESPN channels I didn’t even know I had.
“I’m starving.” His face slopes. “Will you order us some food?”
“Happy to.”
I rush off to get my phone. And when I return to the room, I find him petting Robin’s furry little head while she sleeps.
I’m swooning so hard, I’m like the heart-eyed emoji personified.
