The Chim Factor

Chapter 25

Kimberley's POV

I find Cheryl in the kitchen dancing along to a random song on the radio. I haven't heard it before and I don't think she has either because she's trying to sing along with it but keeps getting the words wrong.

She's got her back to me so she hasn't noticed that I have entered the kitchen so I lean against the doorway and watch her for a while.

She's stood there in a t-shirt that drops to her mid thighs and her hair carelessly flicked over her shoulders.

She looks beautiful, just as she always does.

I had come down because I decided I wanted to do something today, we always seem to stay in. It's Friday night, I wanna do something.

I know we can't go to a club or anything because we've got X Factor shows the next two days and we will be way too tired if we go out.

The song is finishing and she does a little spin on the spot causing her to notice that I'm stood in the doorway as she turns around.

She immediately stops and tries to act like she wasn't doing anything.

She looks like a dear caught in headlights and I can't stop the smirk appearing on my face.

She blushes as she realises that I have been watching her for a while and she turns back round to the kitchen counter busying herself with making the sandwich she had half completed.

I instantly find it cute that she's embarrassed even though I have caught her doing it a few times before, it's something I'm used to now.

I go up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist and place a few kisses on the side of her neck.

"What's with the red face?"

"I didn't realise you were there." Her voice is small, like a child's that's just been caught dancing on the table.

"I was enjoying the show."

She mumbles but I just was out make out what she said. "You weren't supposed to see that."

"Why?"

She shrugs her shoulders and I already know that I'm not gonna get a proper answer out of her.

She goes back to making her sandwich but doesn't push me off her so I know she likes the contact that we have at the moment.

Trying to get her back to her normal self I push her t-shirt off her shoulder as much as I can and I place a few kisses on the newly exposed skin.

She leans back into me slightly and I know I've got her exactly where I want her, these little kisses are her weakness. When I've run out of new skin to kiss I start to lightly suck and nibble on the skin and her hands join mine at her waist.

They hold onto mine tightly and from past experiences I know she's forgotten all about what just happened making me happy.

When I get bored of kissing her shoulder I raise one of my hands from her waist and angle her chin so I can kiss her properly.

We kiss for a few minutes until I pull away and leave her to continue making her sand which seeing as she's stopped so many times so far.

She soon joins me on the sofa and after offering me a bite of her sandwich she settles down with me and watches an old episode of Friends.

It's not until 15 minutes later, when her sandwich is all gone and we're sat on the sofa with her cuddled up underneath my arm that I actually remember why I came downstairs to see her.