Begin Again

Chapter Twenty Five

"You're in my arms, and all the world is calm. So close, together. And when I'm with you, so close to feeling alive. So close to reaching that famous happy end. Almost believing, this one's not pretend. Now you're beside me, and look how far we've come... How could I face the faceless days if I should lose you now?"

Trevon's P.O.V.

Unlocking the front door, I allowed her to enter, where I watched her cautiously enter the same place where our kids took place. Taking a small breath, I quickly recalled the moment when her lips pressed against mine, and that moment when it felt as if all my worries and anxieties concerning Anya slipped away.

I really didn't understand the allure of the perfume I could smell off of her every day at work, until I got that close to her. I felt ashamed at the way I was handling her, with my hands swimming across the small curves of her body. She just felt so precious and fitted into my arms like a glove, as cheesy as it sounded. I used my tongue, hesitating slightly so as to not seem too forward, however she followed my unspoken command and opened her mouth to let me enter. Just thinking about her lips caused a stir in my groin and I had to clear my throat to clear my head.

Following her inside, I put my hands in my pockets, sheepishly, noticing her sit at the edge of the sofa.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I suggested, wanting to clear the tension in the room.

"I'll just have anything soft." She gave me a weak smile, before looking around the room. Nodding my head, I poured two glasses of lemonade, and approached her, handing it to her. Glancing at her, I could see her peering down at her twiddling fingers. That's what I really hated about things that happen that affects relationships. I was attracted to her, this realisation was dawning on me gradually every day, but I knew that in order for her to feel anything for me, she had to remove the burden that clouded her heart and mind.

And I wanted to help her. Maybe for my own benefit, but I didn't care at that moment.

"Kelly," I sighed, placing my untouched glass to the side. "We talked about this before. I don't want what happened to us to affect our personal relationship. I admit it was hasty, and the both of us weren't expecting it, but..."

I paused, seeing her look up at me with glossy eyes. I knew it would've taken just one blink and her tears would be down her cheeks.

"I can't lie and say it didn't make me feel some type of way," I exclaimed, pulling a fake Madea accent, feeling warm when I managed to get a chuckle out of her. "But I respect your decisions for us to maintain our professionalism. I still want to be friends, however."

Sliding to the floor, in defeat after not getting a response, I began tapping my foot on the floor to hold back the feelting that I couldn't fathom. Hearing the weight being lifted off the sofa, and feeling her presence beside me, I quickly gulped down the anxiety.

"Believe me, Trevon. I'm not feeling good, but you're not the reason," She reassured me, resting her head against my shoulder, and running her thumb across my hand. My eyes widened at her gentle, but unexpected, gesture, and I could already feel a stirring in the pit of my stomach. Not wanting to leave her hanging, and actually wanting to comfort her, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into my chest. "Let's just say that I've got a few ghosts from my past creeping up to me, lately."

"You want to talk about it?" I suggested, lightly stroking her hair that fell across her shoulders. She sighed and shrugged, not saying any more. "Or we can leave it until later, and enjoy what's left of the old year."

She, slowly, lifted her head up where I could see the redness in her tearful eyes. Feeling remorseful, I leant forward and placed a light kiss on the nearest eyelid. I moved my head away from her, after lingering at that spot for a moment, and felt warm when she gave me a small smile in return. Reaching over, she used her free hand to wipe away her tears that had made it onto my face. I couldn't help brushing my face against her palm, purposely allowing my lips to come into contact with it. Locking eye contact with her, I waited for one of us to break it; surprised, but pleased, that I was the one who did.