Our Secret To Keep.

Chapter Sixteen - I didn't plan to stay the entire day

Kade

I ended up spending the entire day with Blythe at her place. It wasn't my plan when I came here, but somehow, ten hours have passed. We haven't even been doing anything. We have barely moved from the sofa. We have been watching movies, snacking and talking. It has been nice to relax with her after my stressful morning. Beth has texted a couple of times, but I have left them on unread. I am not ready to deal with her. I can't believe she kissed me! I thought I was clear with her, but obviously not. What the hell else can I do? Make up a secret wife and child? No, that would be going too far.

Blythe slaps my leg, "Do you want some dinner since you don't seem to be planning to leave any time soon?" she chuckles.

"If I am overstaying my welcome, tell me. I won't be offended. I have already stolen most of your day."

She laughs and shakes her head, "I am messing with you. Stay as long as you want. I don't mind having you here. I didn't have any plans. Now, answer my question: do you want some dinner?"

"Oh, okay," I laugh, "Yeah, sure, if you have enough?"

She nods, "I was going to make a chicken and veggie stir fry. Nothing too exciting. I have plenty." She smiles.

"Okay. I will stay as long as you let me help make dinner."

It doesn't take much to make a stir-fry, but I want to help in some way.

"You can cut the onions because I hate doing them." She smirks.

"Nice, give your guest the worst job of all." I pout.

"I am feeding you. You should be grateful." She replies, slapping my leg again before jumping to her feet.

She laughs as she heads to the kitchen. I follow her. She takes everything we need and sets it on the counter.

"Black bean or sweet chilli sauce?" she asks.

"Sweet chilli. I don't like black bean sauce." I answer.

She nods, taking that out too. We get to prepping for dinner. It doesn't take long. Blythe takes everything over to sit next to the cooker. I offer to cook it, but she refuses. I will leave her to it. I take a seat and watch her. I get bored easily, though. I sneak up behind her, reaching around and stealing a piece of chicken.

She swats my hand away, "No, don't touch."

I laugh but try again. She grabs my wrist and turns to face me. "Do not make me hurt you," she snickers.

I smirk, "I don't mind a bit of pain."

Blythe shakes her head and playfully rolls her eyes at me, "Oh, I know you do."

I step closer to her, our bodies touching. "I am not the only one. You enjoy it, too."

She places her hand on my chest. "This, us, is not happening," she says and pats my cheek with her free hand.

I reach up and caress her cheek with my thumb, "Words I have heard before."

She swallows hard, "Words, I mean this time." She whispers.

I pull my hand away and put a distance between us. I hold my hands up, "Fine. You be that way." I laugh.

She flips me off, giggles and turns back to dinner. I can understand why she doesn't want anything to happen between us, but we could have something truly good if she would give us a chance.

I sigh and sit back down. Thankfully, she doesn't hear my sigh. I wonder if it will make a difference if I finally get her sister to realise I am not interested. It probably wouldn't matter. I know she still feels it, the chemistry. But I can't make her want me. I will wait and hope that everything flows naturally, as it is supposed to be.

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Blythe and I were cleaning up after dinner. It was delicious. She was washing, and I was drying.

"Are you okay? You have been unusually quiet." She asks, turning to face me.

I smile, "I am fine."

She raises her brow at me and takes her place before me, "You are a terrible liar."

I rest against the counter, "What do I have to lie about?"

Her next move takes me by surprise. She comes closer, her body against mine, trapping me between the counter and her. It isn't like I mind.

"You are still pouting from earlier when I pushed you away."

I shake my head, "I am not. You made it clear you don't want me."

Blythe places her hands on the counter on both sides of my body, "I didn't say I did not want you.

I can't want you. There is a difference." She whispers.

"Yes, you can." I breathe out, having her close was getting to me.

Neither says another word. We stare at one another, the tension in the air thick. I grasp her hips and let my eyes go from her eyes to her lips and back up again. She mirrored my actions. I decided to take my chance and crash my lips to hers. She moans, kissing back. Her arms go around my neck. I groan, turning us around, lift her on the counter and take my place between her legs.

Blythe entangles her fingers into my hair, and I grab her thighs, massaging them as we continue to kiss. Our kissing turns into a heated make-out session. God, I have been craving these and her so badly.

She reaches for my tee, but as she does, her intercom goes off.

I part from the kiss, "Shouldn't you get that?"

"Ignore it." She insists and retakes my lips.

It stops but then starts again. Blythe groans in frustration, "Let me see who it is, and I will tell them to go away."

I nod, backing away from her, and she heads through to answer. I wait in the kitchen, all hot and bothered with a raging hard-on. I hear her talk, but I can't make out her words.

I heard her coming back, but the sound of her heavy footprints told me she was rushing. "You need to hide now. It is Beth. She wants to talk to me about something." She panics.

"What? Why would she be here? I thought you two didn't get along?"

"We don't. I have no idea what she wants. Hide in my bedroom. I will get rid of her as quickly as I can." She says.

I groan in frustration, "Fine."

I head towards her room, closing the door behind me. I toss myself down on the bed, sexually frustrated. I have no idea what will happen after Beth is gone; whether Blythe wants to continue or not depends on what her sister wants to talk to her about. I really hope it isn't me.

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I take my phone out and find a way to occupy myself until Blythe comes through and tells me the coast is clear. I am sure Beth would lose her shit, and it would make things worse between them if she found me here.