Cheryl's POV
Her lips were soft. Her kiss was gentle. Am I... dreaming? This can't be happening. She pulled back and gently stroked
the bruise that I knew was already forming there. She looked at us... She looked at us with dark, hooded eyes and an
incredible blush on her cheeks.
So I did what any human being with hormones and eyes would do; I surrendered completely to her. Her breath was
sweet and hot. It was intoxicating.
I could feel me hand daringly grab at her damp shirt at her waist. It was driving us insane. I let out a moan. God, her full lips was electric. Every touch sent shocks through us. A moment later, I felt another shock. But this one was agonizing. Pleasure and pain. How appropriate.
"Jesus!" I flinched, catching me breath. "*Duck*...", I moaned out again in pain. Yup. I definitely broke something. She
gently held my pathetic hand in hers and kissed it tenderly. Again, it was electric.
"...You shouldn't have hit him, Chezza... Look at you..."
'Chezza'... No one calls us 'Chezza'. But I liked the way it sounded. I liked the way she said it. Then it happened. I
smiled at her. I know it was a silly smile, maybe one of me goofiest yet, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't take me eyes
off of her.
"Everything ok, Kay?" I heard the squeaking of a heavy door opening and a curious but happy looking face peering
around it. It was that bloke who was in the band with her.
"Um... Yeah, Tom. I think so..." She seemed hesitant. She wouldn't look at me... Is she blushing again? I was still in
dreamland, beaming like a happy fool, when it hit us.
Did he just call her - "Kay?" I didn't realize I said it out loud and she must have seen the confused expression I had on.
"Uh... yeah. It's sort of, a nick name," she was shy now. How can she be so in control one moment, and so vulnerable
the next? "My little brother... the four-year-old," she looked at us with a little smirk forming, "he can't pronounce my
name properly yet. So, he calls me 'Kay', instead."
"HAHA! Actually, he calls her 'Lay'."
I looked at the door again, surprised. I'd forgotten he was there. Kimberley shot him a lethal stare, and Tom went dead quiet. She didn't even say a word.
But it looked like he'd been scolded severely by her eyes. She's fierce... And she's 'Kay'! I let out a little laugh and shook me head. I looked at her and she gave us an expression that would kill.
"You better watch out! Lay'S a little tiger when she wants to be. She doesn't take sh!t from anybody."
"Tom!" she growled. He vanished inside, I could hear him laughing loudly, clearly pleased that he got her angry again
with his teasing.
Watching her again; her eyes were dark, but almost glowing, if that's possible. Almost like a tigress. A sexy little
tigress, indeed.
