Kendall Jenner

I'm Not Her

KENDALL's POV

I never believed in love at first sight until I met her.

Could it be possible? A woman like me, who's been a legit party goer, a hooligan, a possesive bitch, and a reckless model can easily give in to the person that I met?

Yes, it is possible. She changed me. Every inch of me. All my flaws, she accepts it.

I was very afraid to fall in love. I was scared on the consequences that will welcome me once I've fell in the pit of love, that's why I don't take things that involve love seriously. I prefer no strings attached because in that way, it'll never hurt or cause pain for me. But in my case, I was totally wrong.

But until I met her, I slowly change my view when it comes to love. Then suddenly, out of blue, it got worst.

I maintain our status to be just friends. Once we became best of friends, her eyes starts to fill with admiration and desire for me, but too bad for her it didn't mirrored to her mines.

But there was this one night stand with her, wherein we almost regret it because of the mistake we made. We had sex until dawn, which an agreement was proposed because we we're now in the state of the friends with benefits. We we're totally drunk, washed out, but thankfully she didn't deplored any single thing that we did on that night. So what we both proposed a dirty idea that to fill each other's satisfaction and pleasure, we became fuck buddies.

It must be stopped. That situation should be in hiatus.

But in the latter part, I always get to miss the way she touches me. She praised my body, my skin like I was the precious thing she had. But my heart, she gets no attention to it. Every night and every day, if she couldn't see me or make time for me, I stumbled in the feeling of missing her.

I really don't understand what I truly feel towards her. My feelings got me confused. There was this time that I almost crossed the line of our agreement. I really do have feelings for her. Everytime we see each other, her charming smile would make my knees weak and butterflies start to fly out of my stomach. I am starting to love her touch and crave every single thing of her. But sadly, she had no clue yet about my feelings for her.

You know why?

Because she had her eye on another person. The one where I think she truly deserves or might be the right person for her.

Of all the guys and women that I have fucked before, she had left me this strange feeling.

Flashback

"Hey," she says as she walked inside of my apartment here in Milan. I have stayed here for 4 days because of the fashion week.

I couldn't help but smile widely because she didn't told me about anything and her plans on going here in Italy.

We haven't had contact with each other actually. I had no idea. The sight of her right infront of me completes me. Actually, we haven't kept in touch for 2 months. We didn't have a spare time to catch up and see each other.

I ran to her and hugged her tightly. "I missed you so bad," I mumbled as I tangled my arms on her neck and inhaled her scent. God, she's just ravishing.

"I missed you too Ken," she muttered and kissed my hair and she rans her hand to my soft brown hair. It soothes me.

I heard her chuckle. I can feel her sniffing my hair and she smiles. "Did you really miss me or you just really need human touch from-"

"Don't even say it Y/N/N," I playfully slapped her shoulder and I can hear her laughter. "I knew that you're here," she says as she pulls away. I can't help but smile at her because she's really here with me.