The Best Mistakes

23. Nolan

A wide grin spread across my face at Kayra's sleeping puffy face which looked ever so adorable with that cute pout and little drool. I suppressed my urge to bite those fluffy cheeks and ruffle her hair in fear she'd wake up.

I've been staring at her face for the past hour I've been awake. Memories from last night fresh both in my mind and body. It was something I wanted to do with her but never expected it to happen. Last night, she was testing my patience everytime she uttered the word 'fuck' and it finally snapped when she pulled me in a kiss. I didn't regret doing it and neither did I want her to. But I knew it was hopeful thinking because sober Kayra would've never done that.

I closed my eyes back when she moved a little and her eyes fluttered. I didn't know why I was pretending to be asleep but my body acted on its own. I heard a gasp followed by a bounce on her side of the bed. She must've gotten up.

I half opened my eyes when I felt the cold air hitting me and there she was hurriedly putting on her dress as silently as possible. Next, she reached for her heels and then towards the night table for her bag.

I swiftly closed my eyes back when she glanced at me. I heard light footsteps but they stopped as soon as they started. I was about to open my eyes but stopped when I took in a familiar smell and soon I felt warm, careful breaths on my cheek. Kayra was leaning closer to me.

Her thumb brushed lightly on my lower lip, it made my heart jump in anticipation.

One,
Two,
Three.

Moments passed but nothing happened. Then I felt a heavy sigh and the warmth was gone. The next thing I heard were quick footsteps and the door shutting close.

She left.

I sat up on the bed as my heart drowned in disappointment. Was she going to kiss me or was I just being delusional? If she was then did she not regret this? But...

If I was being honest, it hurt me that she left. Just left, without a word to me. Was this just a one-night-stand for her? I don't know but it definitely wasn't for me.

I was scared all along to define the feelings I felt towards her. From the moment I started seeing her as different, smiling when she laughed and worrying when she wasn't, accelerated heartbeats and butterflies began. I was scared of rejection because that was all she'd give and there we drew this line, an invisible line which was crossed the moment our lips collided and bodies mended yesterday.

I'd wanted her from the moment I laid my eyes on her the first time. I had suppressed these feelings, hell I dismissed them in fear of Kayra distancing herself from me. I began to realize that I messed with her just to get her to mess with me, look at me and most importantly to see that satisfactory grin on her face when she successfully got back at me.

Now I could put my feelings into words. I like her. I like Kayra Mehta.