NBA

Do Me A Favor (part 12)

It was quite cliché of you to think so, but you could have sworn that you saw fireworks go off behind your eyelids as you began to get lost in the kisses Kevin was pressing against your mouth. His lips moved almost tenderly, leading yours in a slow, sultry dance. You were acutely aware of every one of his movements, your body reacting to his exploring hands by shuddering against him. His fingertips journeyed up your arms, leaving behind goosebumps and a yearning for more.

He took a hand away from where he was now tracing your shoulder blades, taking your wrist and pressing your palm to his pectoral, urging you to get to know him once again. Excitement surged through you, hands quickly beginning to roam the expanse of his torso, marveling at the muscles beneath the thin shirt he was wearing.

But your mind finally caught up with your body and you pulled away, gasping for breath. The surprised, doe-eyed look Kevin gave you was almost enough to reel you back in and continue to kiss him, but you couldn't. Not when there were so many questions you wanted answered.

"K-Kevin, what happened with Kate? Why—" you swallowed thickly and pushed your hand into his chest to step back and away from him. You saw Kevin clench his jaw, the bone protruding underneath his stubble-laden jaw. "Why did you leave her all of a sudden?"

"I—I was under this pretense that what was in the past was better for me," he answered, breath shaking. He glanced at his feet. Guilt poured over him, you could see it in the stoop of his shoulders, in the way he shoved his hands into his front pockets. But you didn't budge. You had to know what had happened. "Kate was everything I wanted, but she was everything I wanted when I was eighteen. Now, I um... Yeah, I fear the future, I fear losing your friendship since it'll never be the same. But I realized that you're everything I need. As overused as this phrase may be, Y/N, you're my present and my future."

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's going to take a lot more than that, Kevin Love."

He cringed, carding fingers through his hair. You could see the frustration beginning to line his frame.

"I'm scared shitless of things I don't know, doll."

"Don't you think I know that, Kevin?"

"I know, I know. But Kate was someone I knew, she was my comfort zone. The dynamics of our relationship, or how it used to be, I knew them, I know them. But with you, everything—"

"But that's just the thing! You know me. Kevin, I've been here for the past six years. Hell, I think that's more than Kate ever was! You know me as much as I know you. For fuck's sake, I fill out papers with your most personal, intimate details because that's how much I know you. You know everything there is to know about me. What other excuse do you have, huh?"

"I don't want to lose you!"

"You already had!"

"Exactly!" Kevin bellowed. "It was so fucking scary without you there. Fuck, Y/N. You've been the center of my world for all of these years and when you left, goddammit, it was hard to even breathe! I didn't want to see it. It scared me to be this dependent on someone, to have someone hold me in their hands and have all the power to just... destroy me. It's made me shit bricks. But fuck me, it's scarier to live without you there. God. I hated it. Not having you there. You make everything... You make everything better. Just, I don't know what you do.

"But just not having you there, not seeing you every day. I made jokes and there would be no one there to laugh at them. I have the worst sense of humor, but you get it. You laugh at stuff I say. And to be able to have someone just believe in me, even when... When all I want to do is stop it all and give up. It's so scary without you, Y/N. And being scared of being without you is what scared me the most."