I Love My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 12 ~ Kiss Me

Matt placed me down on his bed and climbed in next to me. As if it was second nature, our bodies intertwined with one another, comfortably settling into position. As he grabbed the television remote and began flipping through the channels, attempting to find any kind of movie since he always would use it as white noise to fall asleep with, my thoughts reverted to our moment in the kitchen. The new look on Matt's face that I had never seen before when his eyes took in what clothes were covering, or rather, what they weren't covering. The way he was frozen in shock as he watched me move around the kitchen. The same kitchen that I learned to use to it's fullest potential in these past few years. Even though I recently haven't had the time to cook like I usually do, I had learned to cook a home comfort meal, after multiple tries of course.

I finally built the courage up to bring up what happened in the kitchen, because I know if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to sleep. I already felt myself overthinking it and what he meant and why he looked at me like that. For just a second there, I thought Matt was going to kiss me, making my dream since a few years ago true. But then again, I have been wrong about worse things before, no matter how oblivious they were.

I tilted my head upwards to see if Matt was asleep, and to my surprise, he was just as wide awake as I was, and it seemed like he was deep in thought about the same thing; what would've happened if he didn't stop himself?

"Hey Matty?" I shook him out of his internal battle when I leaned up and kissed his cheek. He turned his head and his hazel eyes shone in the moonlight, still holding that new look that I couldn't figure out. It made my stomach feel as though I was at the top of a roller coaster, anticipating the exciting adrenaline in the drop. Matt pulled my body even closer to his as he answered me.

"Yes, dear?" His voice was trying to sound nonchalant, but I knew better. There was a subtle strain, he was holding that emotion back, the same one I saw in his eyes. He let it out for a few seconds in the kitchen, only to reel it back. I wanted to learn whatever it was, now.

"What are you thinking about? You've got this new look on your face." I asked him, not caring anymore about holding back what I want to say. I never wanted to be one of those girls that everything they said or did was cryptic and you had to be a detective to know what they were saying.

Taken aback by my forwardness, he tried to gather the right formula of words, and from the looks of it, it was a pretty difficult task.

"You."

It was now my turn to be taken aback. His answer was vague and it started a whole new wave of questions circulating in my head. He could just be thinking about how much has changed since I was practically living alone in this huge house, but he could also be thinking of how much I had grown and changed because of living alone, plus adding a few years to my age.

He looked at me with curious eyes, trying to watch as my mind analyzed his one-worded answer. He knew it would leave my head spinning, so he continued.

"When did you become such a strong and stunningly gorgeous young woman? You amaze me in every way Belle." Matt had turned onto his right side facing me and used his hands to gently turn my hips to the left to face him back. He then brought left hand up to my cheek, and I realized how close our lips were. I felt his minty breath on my face and suddenly became self conscious of my breathing as it grew faster each second.

"Hey," he began softly, "do you want me to stop?" His face was covered in concern as he used his thumb to stroke my cheek in an effort to calm my rapid breathing. "I'll back away now and we could forget about it." His eyes searched for the answer on my face. I was frozen. I knew I wanted to kiss him, hell I wanted to kiss him years ago. I just couldn't believe it was happening. I mustered all the courage I could and uttered the words I've wanted to say to him for years.

"Kiss me. "