SEQUEL TO JUST FRIENDS BUT NOT FOREVER: No Longer Friends, But Lovers

Chapter 3

That night, I went to bed early, not able to stay around Kylie when I knew I was lying. I shut the bedroom door and flopped onto the bed, pulling out my phone and texting Robyn.

To: Robyn

Got a time you wanna meet tomorrow?

I sent that and then instantly deleted it, just to be safe. I didn't want anyone snooping on my phone and finding out I was texting Robyn. As soon as the message was deleted, my phone buzzed and I quickly opened the new text.

From: Robyn

As soon as you can. Lunch, maybe? I'll leave you and Cassie alone so u can get 2 know each other.

I sighed. I was assuming Cassie was my daughter's name. It wasn't that I didn't want to know her, I was just nervous. What if she hated me because she had the impression that I had rejected her throughout her life? I hoped she liked me, or at least was willing to listen to me as I explained to her why I wasn't around. She looked about 17 or 18. She should be able to understand where I was coming from, she was basically an adult herself. My heart squeezed painfully at the thought, and I ran a hand through my hair. Basically an adult. And I hadn't even gotten to see what she looked like during her childhood. I was tired from all of this stress, and I felt myself drifting to sleep. My last thought was: When my life's happy, why does something always have to come along and fuck it up? I pondered this, but shortly gave up when I realized I would never figure it out. I shrugged and then let sleep take me.

KYLIE POV

When Chris went up to bed early, I frowned. Something was obviously wrong. It was so silent that I could hear a faint sound coming from Jr.'s room. Ugh, playing video games again while he was supposed to be sleeping. I was so worked up over Chris, I didn't even bother to go in his room and tell him to go to sleep. I waited for a while, just staring at the ground as I sat on the couch and hugged my knees to my chest. Robyn had said or done something to either upset him or make him feel guilty. I just knew it. I had known him long enough to be able to read his emotions as clearly as if they were written on his face. And he was obviously avoiding me. I waited until I got tired, and then I yawned and went upstairs, opening the door to our room and spotting Chris laying on the bed with the covers pulled up to his waist, his mouth slightly open as he slept peacefully. He must have been tired. He had left the lights on, and I shook my head and turned them off, changing into something more comfortable and then climbing into bed, snuggling into his warm chest. I would never get tired of resting my head here, where I could hear his heartbeat thumping in his chest. It was almost like a lullaby, lulling me to sleep. A few seconds later I heard him sigh and then I felt his warm arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I could feel his chin resting on the top of my head, and I wanted to raise my head and press my lips to his, but I was afraid he had gone back to sleep.

"You know I love you right?" he asked, surprising me by speaking.

"Of course, why would you ask?" I said, feeling nervous because of the tone of voice he used.

"No reason, just making sure you didn't forget." he chuckled.

"How could I ever forget that? Even though I love you more." I said with a smile. I felt his finger tilting my chin up until I was staring at his eyes in the darkness.

"Is that so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. I nodded slightly, the smile never leaving my face. Until he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It wasn't a brief kiss, but he didn't let it carried away, either. When he pulled away, he took my face between his hands.

"If you ever hear rumors about me or doubt me even for a second, don't believe a word you hear until you talk to ME. Don't listen to anyone else. Okay?" he asked, his eyes searching mine to see my reaction. I raised an eyebrow in surprise. What was going on? I remained silent, and his forehead creased with worry.

"Okay?" he repeated urgently. I nodded.

"O-okay." I stuttered, mostly at a loss for words.

I hoped he wasn't asking this for a reason.