HIDDEN (Hide Or Die)

Chapter 32

[Warning: Sexual content Ahead]

ANDREW'S P.O.V.

"OK, I'm going to bed. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I'll wake up in a world where everything makes sense.” Everyone in the room could hear and feel the irritation in Matthew's voice, and to be honest, I couldn't blame him for feeling that way.

"Come on, Al, let's get going, this much stress isn't good for your recovery, "He continued as he rose from the couch, taking Albert's hand in his and leading him out of Becky's room.

Matthew was clearly upset with our current situation, and I could tell that the majority of his rage was directed at me; after all, I was his best friend, so I knew him well, but I couldn't let that bother me now; what was more important was ensuring that Kyle was safe and completely out of harm's way, which, the way things were going, wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

All I could offer him right now was moral support, and I was going to make certain he received it fully.

And as for my best friend, I did find one way or another to make things up with him.

Kyle appeared very sad as he stared at the door Becky had passed through. I couldn't tell what he was thinking or what was making him look that way, but as I had previously promised, I would be by his side and offer him all the support he needed.

"Okay, darling, shall we go?" I watched with delight as his sad eyes faded and his lovely cheeks turned a gorgeous shade of pink in response to the pet name, before I gently kissed each of his cheeks. He smiled as he rose from my lap and extended his hand for me to take. I took it, got out of my chair, and we started walking toward the door, but not before he called out to Becky to let her know we were leaving and to remind her to lock the door and windows, to which there was no response. Typical Becky.

*****

As soon as we got into our room, Kyle took off his jacket releasing his beautiful wings before falling tiredly on the bed—seriously, I could never get used to seeing them. While I on the other hand decided to take a long shower.

When I got out of the shower, Kyle was awake and watching TV so I walked up to the bed, climbed into it and drew him closer to me smiling.

"I thought you were exhausted?"

He shrugged. "I'm used to staying up late, and no, I'm fine,"

I closed my eyes and nuzzled his hair, humming in understanding. He smiled and took my hand in his, tracing the lines on my palm and interlocking our fingers.

"So, since you're obviously not tired, what do you want to do?" I asked, brushing my lips against his temple and squeezing our joined hands.

He shrugged, then pondered. "Could we maybe watch a movie?" He turned his head to look at me expectantly, and I nodded with a smile before reaching for the TV remote to see if anything was interesting to watch on it.

After a while of searching, I sighed in defeat. "I don't think there are any nice ones on this crappy thing. Do you still want to watch it?" I asked, staring at the television and absentmindedly stroking his soft blond locks.

When I didn't get any response from him, I turned to look at him and was surprised to see he was just staring at me. I'm not sure why, but something in his eyes made the third leg in my jeans tighten painfully and before I could calm down enough to understand what was happening, Kyle was grabbing my face in his smooth soft palms and slamming his lips against mine hungrily.

My eyes widened at first, but seconds later, I was all over him and tightly wrapping my arms around him.

He pushed me to my back without breaking the kiss, and he amazed me again by tugging on my shirt to pull it up, and when it felt like things were about to get even more heated, he surprisingly broke off the kiss and sat up straddling me instead.