Becca's Moments

Chapter Thirteen

Becca

You don't like him, Rebecca. You don't feel anything for him whatsoever.

He's just a friend. He means absolutely nothing to you.

This weird feeling is probably nausea.

You feel NOTHING for him!

My current thoughts had kicked into overdrive as Kayden's tongue explored my mouth. It was getting harder to convince myself that there was nothing between us since we were both kissing in bed. It had become so natural to us now, like a ritual that we couldn't ignore.

It wasn't right and it was completely out of the norm, but I thoroughly enjoyed Kayden's kisses; they left a weird—yet pleasurable—sensation in my gut.

He'd been here for an hour now. I explained the car incident (leaving out the fact that it was Kamar and me in the car) and he listened intently before consoling me. Kayden pointed out that I should feel proud that I contacted emergency services to try and save this girl's life. I wasn't sure if I could ever see a brighter side of the situation but his words managed to make me feel a little lighter.

In fact, Kayden had done well to distract my morbid thoughts and even turned my mood around with his affection. I was flustered at this point, my hips straddling his as our lips moved against each other slowly. I groaned against his mouth when his hands ran down my back to palm my backside.

I pulled away then, my lips just shy of his. "Careful," I warned.

Kayden smiled back in return, his brown eyes gleaming as he licked his lips, exposing the dimple. "Feels good in my hands," he whispered.

My body shuddered involuntarily at the sultry tone. Thankfully, his hands rested back on my face this time. His thumb ran along my lip as he stared up at me wistfully. "How do you feel?"

I was so transfixed on his face that I hadn't realised he spoke. "Huh?"

"You sounded low on the phone."

"I already told you why."

"So there wasn't anything more to that?"

"Nope."

Kayden suddenly rolled us over and switched positions so that he was on top. He gazed down at me with a thoughtful expression.

"What?" I whispered. Seeing him so serious made me feel uneasy. He was only of the happiest guys I knew.

"You know you can tell me anything," he said quietly.

I smiled at the sentiment. "I know that now, yeah."

"Good." He ran his hand through my hair and kissed the tip of my nose, making me giggle. Then he leaned closer and began to kiss my neck. I closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of his lips on my skin once again. He grazed his teeth along my neck and I sighed inwardly. My eyes opened and I stared up at the ceiling, my body becoming even more heated. If I didn't try and stop this now, I wasn't sure how this would end.

"Can you get off me? I don't think you realise how heavy you are."

"You calling me fat?" he whispered on my neck.

"Exactly."

"Too bad. I'm comfortable." I rolled my eyes and he smiled at me. "Now, what's this about my name always coming up?"

I scoffed as I remembered. "Whatever I do, it has to involve you."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"It's not like you're my man. You're just a prick."