You'll Never Stand Alone

Chapter 11

It was beginning to scare her on how much in common that she had with Kevin. Plus his easy-going nature and warm and sincere personality didn't help matters. He was the antithesis of what Bobby was. He was wise, sincere and could actually carry intelligent conversation. And he was White. Whitney felt like she didn't have to pretend around him to prove she was something that she was not. It all was strange, because it was the same way that she felt with Bobby. Or at least she thought she did.

They continued talking and drinking more. Eventually, the topic of love came up. "So tell me more about your fiancé Bobby. What exactly do you see in him? If you don't mind me asking." Kevin went straight in. He was slightly buzzed from the drink, and wasn't going to hold back as much as did. "Well..." Whitney started. "Bobby is a really good man. He's misunderstood I think by many. He treats me well and showers me with gifts. We may have our little tits and tats, but we squash it before it gets out of hand. But Bobby isn't the monster that the media paints him out to be." "Can I be honest?" Kevin cut right into it. Whitney took another sip from her second glass of wine and nodded. "I'm sure Bobby is a good guy, but do you ever feel like you shouldn't have to always defend him? Because that's what it sounds like you have to do every time you say anything about him." Whitney looked down at her glass, feeling exposed. "I do admit, I always feel like I have to defend him. And it gets tiresome sometimes always having to be his public relations lady. But Bobby came a time when I really needed love, and that's what he gives me." "Fair enough" Kevin said. "But I just have to say this. Make sure that you know" that you are marrying him for things more than love. Does he complement you well, as well as you to him both physically, emotionally and spiritually? Can you honestly say that you have no doubt in your mind that he can provide you with support, love AND dedication for the rest of your life?" Whitney looked away. She didn't say anything because she knew that deep down inside, she could not honestly answer those questions.

"What about you? Do you feel like your wife gives you those things?" she instead challenged him. She remembered the night she went to the hospital, Kevin yelled at her, thinking it was his wife. Kevin sighed, letting his feelings seep out. "I thought I did." He slowly said. "But I'm finding out that Katie is turning into someone that I don't even know anymore. I feel like she never laughs anymore. She always did have a hard time just winding down and enjoying herself. She doesn't support any of my decisions anymore, and she won't let me in to see what I can do to support her. She just shuts me out, and in turn, it's causing me to do the same. Honestly, I don't know how we can continue to be together like this." Whitney put her hand on his knee. "Damn, that's a whole lot on your plate." Kevin shrugged. "That's just the situation at the moment. I mean, I could try and get us counseling or something. But really, I just don't know at this moment."

Whitney nodded. "Anything what arguing, is worth fighting for. Remember that." Kevin put his hand on top on hers and looked her in her enchanting eyes. She was incredibly beautiful, and exotic. In a perfect world, they would be right for each other. And for a moment, that perfect world could be right then and there.

Whitney allowed his hand to travel up her thigh slowly, then her shoulder and finally ending up at her face. Kevin lightly cupped her oval shaped face and slowly moved into her. He wanted to connect to her in a way that Frank and Rachel were able to. "Wait." Whitney half whispered, causing Kevin to stop in his tracks. She was afraid of the quick invitation her body willingly sent out so quickly "Maybe we shouldn't. I mean.... I just don't think that we should do this, you know?" Kevin sighed, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Yeah you're right. What was I thinking? I'm sorry." Whitney smiled to clear the sexual tension. "It's cool. You know, let's just look at some songs and call it a night huh?" Fortunately, they were professional enough to continue with their initial plans.

Another couple of hours passed as Kevin and Whitney went over songs. Because Kevin was also a musician who was well versed on music, it made it much easier to collaborate with her on song choices. Whitney gave him some suggestions that Robin had found and some of her own. Kevin waited until they went through all of the songs until he brought up the song that would be perfect for her. "I have the perfect song. And I wanted to wait until we went through all of the other songs before I showed you this." He pulled out a cassette with Dolly Parton's "I Will Always Love You" and put it in the player. As it played, Kevin turned to Whitney "You must listen to this song, and you must listen to it not with your ears, but the ears that is being played on this song. Listen to it and do your thing, and make it yours." As he played the song, Whitney didn't understand what was so great about it. But she trusted him and opened up her mind and listened to Dolly pour her heart out on the lyrics. "And IIIIIIwill always love youuuuu," her angelic country twine poured out on the song. And Whitney thought about her character Rachel and how her relationship with Frank her bodyguard was so essential to what she needed at that time of her life. And then she got it.

After the song ended, she looked up at Kevin and nodded. "I get it. I get her. I get the lyrics. This is the right song. I love it." "I'm glad you think the same way. I have a really good feeling about remaking this song. Once your voice hits this song, you're gonna touch a lot of people. Trust me." Whitney nodded and smiled as she stole a glance at Kevin. His beautiful blue eyes gave way to a focused expression, which turned her on again for some reason. "You think so?" she shyly asked. No one had ever been so sure about her ability just because before and she appreciated Kevin's confidence in her. "I know so." Kevin said matter of factly. He stood up, trying to avoid looking into her intoxicating face again. "I'm gonna grab a soda, you want one?" "No thanks." Whitney stood up to stretch, rewinding the tape to have another listen at the song.

Kevin walked back over and stood behind Whitney. He had never had such a strong attraction to anyone besides his wife, and it scared him. Since the night they had met over seven years ago, he couldn't get her out of his head. He didn't want it to be, but it was something that he could not helped.

He found himself setting his drink down and wrapping his arms around her waist. Whitney slightly gasped but didn't do anything as she felt Kevin's warm, steady breath against the nape of her neck. When he didn't get a reaction from her, he pulled her closer and slowly gave kisses on the back of her neck. Whitney tried her best not to make audible noises as her breaths quickened. "Oh damn." She whispered. Kevin's large hands moved up and down the sides of her slender, yet defined hips as he continued kissing her neck. They moved up, and he gently cupped her breasts, and there was no denial that Whitney was enjoying every second of it. This is so wrong, she tried to guilt herself to stop things. But in that moment, there was no denying that it felt so right. No longer able to take it anymore, she turned around and searched Kevin's eyes. They both saw desire written on each other's face. Kevin grabbed her by the waist again and pulled her into him. This time it wasn't Frank kissing Rachel. It was real life, and Kevin would be kissing Whitney. His defined, soft lips met her full sweet ones and it was everything that they both secretly dreamt it would be like. Whitney pulled away for a moment, looking at him. The passion flooded over, it was almost overwhelming. She didn't know what was going to happen after, but she knew that she hadn't felt this alive inside from one touch in a long time.

She proceeded to slip her tongue in Kevin's mouth to meet his eagerly awaiting one.