The Beast Next Door

Night 35

-Kaydan's P.O.V-

I close the door behind me and glance up to see Christian's back. "What did you want to talk about?" I ask moving to his side to see his face. It was dark since the lights were out, but I could still make out most of his face. He moves his body to the right to block me from seeing it.

Okay, so this way-

I pivot on my foot and move to the left to cut him off, but he stops short and turns in the opposite direction. I drop my shoulders and look in the direction of the light switch next to the door. I take a step towards it and Christian stops me short by calling out, "Leave them off."

I sigh and turn back to him as I fold my arms over my chest. "Christian."

He doesn't answer me.

I clear my throat, provoking an answer from him.

"What?"

I raise an eyebrow in silence.

"Yes," he corrects shortly afterward.

"Look at me."

He shakes his head as he brings his hands to his face to dig his palms into his eyes. "No."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Truthfully?"

"...Attempt a lie," I challenge.

He takes a deep breath. "Th-The thought of m-meeting your parents d-doesn't intimidate me, and I-I'm not afraid of m-messing up."

A smile tugs at my lips. I drop my arms in defeat and walk up behind him, snaking my arms around his waist. "You could've said you thought the world was going to end," I joke. Oddly, he doesn't share my humor. "You will be fine! If my parents couldn't force me into show business, they most certainly can't force me to stop seeing you."

"I wish it was that easy," he whispers, slouching in my arms.

"...But...it is?" I state confused holding him tighter.

He doesn't react.

I release him and walk over to the counter as I pull out my phone. I scroll down to my classics playlist a select one of my favorites. The room fills with the string family joining together in harmony, soon to be accompanied by the woodwind instruments. I close my eyes and begin humming along. I return my gaze to Christian to see that he hasn't moved from his spot. I take a few steps toward him and outstretch my arm, holding my hand out to him facing upward.

He stares at it for a second before placing his hand in mine.

"Christian, you're too tense," I tighten my grip around it and pull him into me as I continue. I use my free hand to direct his to my shoulder, then soon move mine just above his hip. "Relax," I whisper feeling his body tense up.

"But I can't da-"

I take a small step forward catching him off guard as he stumbles back. A beat passes, and I step back with my right foot, as he moves forward with his left.

He steps on my foot and hurriedly removes it, stepping back. "I am so sorry!"

I ignore it and continue, taking another step forward. When I take the next step backward, I elevate onto my toes and rotate my wrist slightly to twirl him underneath. As he does his spin I don't let go, and he lets out a startled gasp as he falls back to his right, and into my arm. I dip him farther down, and a second breath escapes him. I smirk at his blush-covered face and kiss him deeply. He reaches up with his free hand and grabs onto my shirt. I pull back after three seconds of bliss and help him back to his feet. "-Dance?" I finish for him as he stares at me mesmerized.