Rediscovering Us (bxb)

A kiss like old times

I woke up at six o'clock the next morning, I rolled over and noticed that Lyndon wasn't in the room.

"Lyn?" I got up in a slight panic and rushed out of my bedroom.

The house smelled like cigarettes, again. That could only mean he was still here.

I rolled my eyes feeling annoyed but happy he didn't leave.

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to smoke in the house?" I said as I entered the kitchen.

My eyes widened at the mess everywhere, there were pots and pans all over the counter, a box of pancake mix was on the floor, and the stove had pancake batter running down it.

I looked at him in shock. He just coughed in response.

"Oh, I guess you did. Sorry, I couldn't sleep. At least I left the window open." Lyndon smiled sheepishly.

"Right, first order of business then, you're gonna stop smoking in the house." I replied.

"Okay, I'll smoke in the alley then. Would you care to join me?" He held the pack out.

"First thing in the morning? No, I prefer not to smoke on an empty stomach." I stared at the stove in disbelief.

"What did you do?" I asked and picked up the pancake mix.

"Well, I wanted to surprise you with some food as a thank you gift for letting me stay here but, I guess I'm not the greatest at cooking." He opened the garage can to show me the burnt pancakes in there.

"I appreciate that but did you have to be so messy?" I started to wipe up the batter with a paper towel.

"I'm sorry, I just felt bad about last night so I thought it was the least I could do." He said softly and grounded his cigarette out.

"So, you were smoking and cooking in my house? Lyn, you're really all over the place huh?" I smiled, my teeth clenching.

"Don't worry, I'll clean it up." He washed his hands and headed over to the sink to wash dishes.

"How long were you planning on staying here by the way?" I asked as I put the pots and pans back into the cabinet.

"I'm not sure, I'm kinda stuck right now. My house is gone and living with my daughter's mother is out of the question. Stressful situation." He replied as he washed a plate.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here until you can get your feet on the ground." I patted his shoulder.

"Really? Your mom won't mind that?" He raised an eyebrow.

I didn't even consider that to be honest. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, she'll love Lyndon.

"Oh, of course, she would be delighted to meet you." I said nervously.

"Me too." He smiled and continued to wash the dishes.

The kitchen was spotless in thirty minutes, though I was still annoyed with him for messing up the kitchen, I had to admit that he knows how to clean.

"When's your mom coming home?" Lyndon asked as he opened the refrigerator.

"Soon, she works the night shift at the hospital." I told him.

"And you're sure that she'll be okay with me staying here?" He took yogurt out of the fridge and opened it.

"Yeah, as long as you don't eat the food she buys right in front of her. You definitely need to get a job soon." I said.

"I know, it'll get done. You know, it's hard to get a job when you have a criminal record right?" He said, digging into the yogurt with a spoon.

"Well, maybe you could consider going to trade school or something like that. You can do that with a criminal record." I told him.

"Maybe. I'll look into it. I want to get back into boxing though." He thoughtfully tapped the spoon against his chin.

"I mean, that's an option but you can't really make money off of that unless you get big." I said.

"Are you saying that I won't get famous? Trying to say I'm not a good boxer?" Lyndon teased me as he pretended to take a swing at me.

I took a step back in fear. "Don't hit me."

The smile on Lyndon's face disappeared. "Oh, Shane. I'm sorry, I will never hit you."

I knew he meant it from the gentle way he looked at me.

"It's okay, I just get anxious a lot." I said.

"That explains the Xanax." He smirked.

"What?" I snapped, instantly annoyed again.

"The pill bottle on your nightstand, I didn't know they had you on benzos now." Lyndon said.

"Why are you looking through my things?" I said, starting to get anxious.

"Hey, calm down," He tossed the yogurt container in the garbage. "It was on the nightstand."

"Maybe I should reconsider letting you live here." I crossed my arms.

"Woah, calm down. Look, I'm sorry, I'll be cool now." He reached out and wrapped me up in a hug.

"Fine." I leaned into him, enjoying the affection for a second.

We broke apart when we heard the front door open.

"My mom!" I whispered to him. His eyes widened as he quickly made himself busy washing his hands.

"Hi, Mom." I greeted her in the living room.

"Shane." She responded tiredly and set her purse down.

"Listen, my friend Lyndon is having a hard time right now and I was wondering if it's okay if he stays here for a little bit. He'll be fine, I promise. He's a good man, I've known him forever it seems. " I was rambling now.

"Hey." Lyndon popped out of the kitchen with a wave. There was a small part of me that wished he was dressed better.

Wait, that didn't matter. It's not like I'm introducing my boyfriend to my mom. I've actually never done that.

"Yeah, that's fine. Hi, darling." She said to Lyndon.

I waited for her to walk into the bathroom to turn around and smile at Lyndon. "I think she likes you." I made my way back into the kitchen.

"Hm, you know, it was really nice to hear you say good things about me." He pulled me into a big hug.

"Was it now? I almost thought you were my boyfriend for a second" I teased him.

We looked at each other for a minute until he leaned down and kissed me slowly.

I was surprised but I didn't hesitate to return the kiss.

It felt like the first time he kissed me, my heart was beating so quickly as he ran his hand through my hair.

We broke apart and gazed at each other. I felt slightly dazed as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." I said back, truly meaning it more than I've ever had.