Tessa's Home

Twenty-five

A/N: Kayden ^

Killian

I think I'm in love with Tessa.

I think I have been since we were kids.

I don't know if it's real life or just my head, but I'm seriously obsessed with her.

Her smell, her smile, her laugh, her humour, the way she talks, the things she says, the confidence she has.

I notice things like the small dimple on her right cheek, that only appears when she's laughing hard.

I notice the dimples on her chin and how her bottom teeth show when she talks.

I notice when she's sad and I notice when she's uncomfortable and I notice when she's mad and I notice when she's tired.

I know everything about her from her favourite colour to her favourite pair of jeans.

I'm obsessed with the way she moves. I'm obsessed with her mannerisms. I notice when others have similar ones.

I notice the way her blush reaches her ears and how she refuses to look me in the eyes whenever she's embarrassed.

I've even started embarrassing her on purpose, just because I'm obsessed with how cute it is.

Everytime she's near me, my heart skips a beat and then speeds up. My skin tingles where she touches me and I get goosebumps when I hear her voice.

She does things to me in ways nobody else can. She makes me sane and insane at the same time.

She leaves me sighing and thoughtless and in a wonderful haze after we part ways.

If that isn't love, I don't know what it is.

I don't know what I feel. But I do know what I want.

And I want her. So, so bad.

Maybe I should be happy just having her near. Maybe our friendship should be enough.

But I can't help wanting more. Needing more.

Because I don't think I'll ever stop adoring her. Not for the rest of eternity.

When we went on our date, I was excited the entire time.

My heart was beating so fast I could hardly breathe. I could barely eat, also, because I was so nervous.

I'm never nervous. I've never looked at something and thought, 'am I really doing this? I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm so nervous,' before.

But when it comes to her...god, the feelings that surface are indescribable. So phenomenal that it almost hurts.

And at dinner, when she freaked out and hurt herself by punching that wall, I was so concerned. So worried. So mad, even, at whatever was hurting her.

I didn't know what to do. I was having so much fun that day that when something went wrong, my mind went blank.

I wish I could've helped her more. I want to help her with whatevers troubling her.

But she just won't let me in. She won't let anyone in. Not even her dad, who she adores so much.

It's all so confusing. What is she hiding and why is she hiding it?

Mikhail said it was to protect us, but that just confused more. She should know how capable her father is.

Just how scary is this man that she's keeping us from?

I mean, I guess I already have an idea. I didn't see the photos, but when I asked Tyler, he didn't seem to leave out a single detail.