Burns

9.

☆☆Brecley:

The hesitation was very evident in his eyes. I knew he was very uncomfortable with the idea of me sleeping in his room. He was a very private person and the idea of having something as sacred as his room being compromised was not sitting well with him.

I on the other hand, was a nervous wreck though I didn't want to show it. My tough bravado was really an act at this point. I was hopelessly attracted to Kylo. Everything about him was intriguing.

He was quiet and said less, but I appreciated the little he said and his countenance. I was nervous yet excited when my father said we were going over to Kylo's to check out the car. I had missed him and yearned to see him again, which was crazy because I had just met this guy. I was finally getting to see him again, I knew it would be different considering the little progress made with our texts.

Perhaps Tyler bashing that car wasn't all that bad.

Staring at him clad in a T-shirt that was semi baggy and baggy grey bermudas, with his hair in messy waves... His veiny arms had one clenching his laptop and the other running through his hair. His pink lips twitched with the tip of his tongue dipping to moisten them every now and then. My stomach was doing flips. He was incredibly sexy.

He fluttered his thick brown lashes before releasing a tired breath. "Come in," he husked out.

Overjoyed. That was what I was. It wasn't my first time seeing his room but the increased smell of his scent engulfed me as I immersed myself into his space. The room was simple and neatly kept.

A big bed resting on a well sculpted wooden frame that was painted black stood in the middle, caught my attention. There was a black coloured nightstand next to it with a lamp and headphones on it. Kylo approached the stand before drawing out a drawer to place his laptop in.

I stole a look around. A big mahogany wardrobe stood by a corner, a maroon coloured fluffy rug was laid in the middle, an inch opposite from the bed. A pair of black slides sat by a brown door which I guessed was the bathroom. Maroon curtains shielded the window and white walls framed the room except for the one by the bed- it was maroon. A fan hung from the ceiling with a few pictures placed in black frames scattered on the wall by the bed.

A few shelves hung on the wall to my right and books were arranged on them and a mini black armchair was placed by the window. His room was beautiful.

My attention turned to Kylo who was now standing in front of me with a big grey t-shirt. He turned to the bed sheets that matched the curtains and placed the piece of clothing on it before lazily turning to me,

"Don't touch anything please." He brushed past me and disappeared through the door but reappeared a second later, "do you need anything else?" It looked like what he was doing was killing him but he was doing it anyway. He was compromising his comfort zone for me. He didn't want to be mean, I could see it.

A smile broke out subconsciously, "water would be fine." I rasped on.

He nodded slowly, "bathroom is that door..." I followed the direction of his slender finger, "please use the slides if you want to go in there." He mumbled before disappearing and shutting the door.

I was on cloud nine just by staring at his awkward form. He was really adorable. Jamie really didn't meet up to this guy, not even by mistake.

I deeply inhaled, filling my lungs with his glorious scent before exhaling. I was happy and I didn't know why. Probably because I get to spend the night together with him? God, just thinking about it was making me nervous and giddy. My heart was racing.

I picked up his t-shirt and headed to the bathroom to change. His bathroom was plain with little touches of maroon here and there. Was that his favourite colour? I stared at the clothing, mocked my small stature and bit my lip, knowing that I was going to smell like him tomorrow. I blushed at the thought. I pulled my hair into a messy bun after putting on the piece of cloth that graced my thighs, and hissed at the headache I was experiencing.