I am his

04

As I stirred awake, Kaden's comforting embrace held me close, his warm breath brushing against my neck. Gently peering at my phone, the digital clock displayed 12:00, signifying midnight. I mustered the courage to tap his arm, hoping to wake him from slumber.
     "Kaden," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.
     "What?" he mumbled against my neck, his sleep-laden tone caressing my ears.
     "Get up," I insisted, pushing his arm away. His discontented groan filled the air, protesting my efforts.
     "Come back," he urged, his awakening voice carrying a deeper timbre that caught me by surprise.
     Despite his enticing plea, I knew the stakes were too high to linger in such an intimate embrace. My heart pounded with both excitement and fear as I reminded him of the risk we faced if my brother discovered him here, entangled with me in my bed.
     "Kaden, my brother is downstairs, and if he catches you like this, he'll not only kill you but me as well," I said, quickly slipping on my hoodie to maintain a semblance of distance between us.

Kaden

     "Hmm that's not what you would have said last night" I smiled and put my clothes on. I wasn't that drunk last night, i remembered the kiss. It was good, I'm glad that it didn't go further, i enjoyed kissing her, it was different i guess. She was soft and wanted me to lead, she was so innocent that it made me want to show her what to do. I remember our first kiss, from when we were younger.
     "You remembered that," she said, her voice tinged with genuine surprise. My heart skipped a beat, but I masked my emotions with a composed expression.
     "Remembered what?" I lied, concealing the truth about the kiss we shared last night. I knew that acknowledging my recollection of that tender moment would likely lead to an awkward and distant Naomi—a side of her I preferred not to encounter.
     "Oh, never mind," she replied, her words dissipating like a soft breeze. The topic was swiftly abandoned as she shifted gears, diverting our attention to a more mundane matter. "Hungry?" she asked, her eyes locking onto mine.
     In that moment, my heart ached with unspoken emotions, my mind replaying the memory of her lips pressed against mine. I wanted to confess my feelings, to unravel the depth of my desire for her, but fear held me back, I don't need her to push me away more than she already has. Our easy camaraderie had been a comforting haven, and I dared not disrupt it with the intensity of my emotions.
     As we continued on, an unspoken tension lingered between us. I was a prisoner to the secret longing within me, knowing that the path ahead was riddled with complexities. Each glance, each touch, threatened to push the boundaries of restraint we had so carefully established, the boundaries that she put up.
     As we descended the stairs, the house appeared eerily quiet, and I wondered if her brother had decided not to return home. "I can make us some bacon," she said. The mention of bacon drew my attention, and although exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, the allure of teasing Naomi in this moment felt too tempting to resist.
     Closing the gap between us, I placed my hands gently on her waist, sensing her sudden tension at my touch. The thrill of playfully teasing her surged through me, and I leaned in to kiss her neck softly, savoring the way she inhaled deeply, betraying the effect my actions had on her.
     Her voice, barely a whisper, pleaded for me to stop, warning that her brother was present. But the daring side of me wanted to push the boundaries, and I left a soft kiss against her neck, knowing the impact it had on her. The intimacy of our moment sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder how she truly felt, hidden beneath the layers of caution she had built around herself.
     As the spark of desire continued to ignite between us, "So, you'd like it if your brother wasn't here," I challenged her, suggesting that she might secretly desire a moment without her brother's presence. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, and the tension between us seemed to hold the promise of a love that had been kept at bay for far too long, waiting to be unleashed like a tidal wave of passion and longing.
     As she turned to face me, her eyes avoiding direct contact, my heart skipped a beat. Her endearing awkwardness had always intrigued me, stirring emotions that I thought were long gone.
     My feelings for Naomi had been buried deep, shielded by the walls she had erected around herself. Yet, being this close to her, inches away from her lips, I couldn't deny the stirring desire to kiss her, to let the passion that had been dormant for so long resurface.
     Suppressing the urge to embrace her against the counter and taste the sweetness of her lips, "Naomi," I called out her name in a tender whisper, and her warm, soft hands brushed against my bare chest, igniting a fire within me. Every inch of my being craved her touch, and I yearned for the moment when our bodies would intertwine in a dance of passion and love.
     Her innocence only added to her allure, and I couldn't help but wonder what she had been up to during the time we were apart. "Sorry" she whispered. So innocent, i wonder what she's been doing all this time.
     Her apology for the innocent touch sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't resist teasing her softly, wondering what else her gentle hands were capable of.
     "Why do you keep pushing me away?" I inquired, my eyes locked on hers, searching for answers hidden beneath the surface. Her response, tinged with annoyance, revealed her concern for her brother, a sentiment I understood but wished to overcome.
     Drawing her closer, I held her gaze, my heart yearning to connect with hers on a deeper level. The intensity of our unspoken feelings hung in the air like a magnetic pull, urging us to break down the barriers and surrender to the love that had been simmering between us, waiting for the perfect moment to ignite into an all-consuming romance.
     As our bodies pressed against the kitchen counter, I held her gently, making sure not to cause her any harm. In a soft, longing whisper, I questioned why she was afraid of her brother discovering us, sensing that there was something deeper behind her hesitation. Her lips trembled, and she bit them anxiously, captivating me even more with her vulnerability. She really is as innocent as she looks.
     Her brother's footsteps drew nearer, and she gently pushed me away, but not before a hint of a teasing smirk graced my lips, showing my playful side. As he approached, he greeted me warmly, referring to me as "Kaden Richardson, my man," and I welcomed his hug with a friendly smile.
     Zack, unknowing of our secret rendezvous, inquired if I had stayed the night, and my gaze instinctively shifted towards Naomi, conveying a silent message that we were hiding something from him. Trying to appear nonchalant, I concocted a white lie, using my mother's absence as an excuse for my stay.
     With a subtle gesture, Naomi handed me a plate of bacon, and her actions carried an air of tenderness that warmed my heart. I smiled at her lovingly, hoping she could feel the depth of my emotions despite the need to keep our connection discreet.
     Zack's keen observation sensed something unspoken between us, and he voiced his curiosity. My heart raced as I tried to conceal the intensity of my feelings for his sister, a truth I yearned to share with him in a more appropriate time and manner, though my internal struggle remained concealed. Instead, I replied with a subtle smile, not revealing the passionate night that had transpired with Naomi last night.
     "Uhhhh-no nothing happened" Naomi said quickly
     In the dimly lit room, Zack's words hung in the air, a hesitant confession laced with both excitement and trepidation. With a small smile playing on his lips, he uttered, "I mean if something did happen, I'd be fine with it as it's Kaden you know." The words caught Naomi off guard, I could sense her heart skipping a beat as she tried to make sense of Zack's unexpected revelation.
     However, before the emotions could fully settle, a wave of shock washed over me as the voice of my conscience spoke up. That's disgusting, why would you say something like that to your sister? The internal struggle intensified as I realized the boundaries I was willing to challenge.
     Yet, as we stood there, my unspoken desires creating a charged atmosphere, I found myself unable to suppress my thoughts any longer. Thinking about her like this made me actually want to try something with her.
     As the tension mounted, Zack's playful facade emerged to conceal his vulnerability. "Well, I've got to go to my friend's house," he stated, masking his inner turmoil with a smirk. "You two have fun, but not too much fun," he added with a teasing tone, hinting at the unspoken possibilities we both knew lingered between us.
     "Zack stop it isn't like that" Naomi said. I looked at her and bit my lip and watched as Zack left, she locked the front door and i followed her. As Naomi looked at me, her eyes held a certain spark that drew me in, making my heart race. "Kaden... hello, you there," she said with a playful wave of her hand, bringing a smile to my lips.
     In that moment, I couldn't help but admire her, taking in the softness of her lips, the radiance of her hair, and the flawless beauty of her skin. As she walked towards the kitchen, something urged me to follow her. Without thinking, I gently grasped her arm and pulled her closer. "Kaden, what is it?" she inquired, her gaze locked onto mine.
     I traced my fingers along her cheek, cherishing the tenderness of her touch. Slowly, I leaned in, our breaths mingling in the air, and I couldn't resist the overwhelming desire to kiss her. In that fleeting moment, as our lips met, a wave of passion washed over us both, and she responded to my kiss with equal passion.
     With a gentle sigh, I paused to catch my breath, feeling the intensity of our shared emotion. "This is-" she began, but I silenced her by placing my finger on her lips. "Wrong, I know," I admitted, unsure of the implications of our actions.
     However, Naomi shook her head, her smile shining with affection. "No, it's nice," she reassured me, and without hesitation, she leaned in for another kiss. As the world around us faded, I lifted her onto the kitchen counter, standing between her legs, and continued to savor the sweet taste of her lips.
     In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was the undeniable connection between us.
     As our lips met, a shiver of excitement ran through me. Her fingers entwined in my hair, sending delicious shivers down my spine, causing me to moan softly. It feels good to kiss her. Her alluring smile only made my heart race faster. The kiss deepened, and I couldn't resist exploring every inch of her with my hands, amazed that she didn't push me away. My fingers gently traced her waist.
     Savoring the moment, I trailed soft kisses along her neck, savoring the sweet sound of her pleasure. However, she pulled back slightly, her breath catching as she whispered her desire to take things slow. I nodded, respect and understanding filling my eyes, and tenderly kissed her again, savoring every passionate moment.
     A sudden gasp interrupted our kiss, our fucking moment, and I turned to see Naomi's wide-eyed expression. As I followed her gaze, I saw her father standing there, clutching a bag. Our eyes met, and I couldn't help but feel nervous.