He Loves Me...Not? (The Ultimate KimCop Romance)

Chapter 5

Kimmon's  POV

When I got to my apartment, as soon as I finished my shower and got into my pajamas, I decided to text Copter before climbing into bed.

"I did not get the chance to thank you for spending time with me tonight, even if it was too brief."  I texted.  I did not want to mention the kiss we exchanged.  No, I couldn't call it an exchange of kisses because he didn't even kiss me back.  I had been doing all the kissing.

I sighed as I waited for a reply.  When he didn't respond, I texted him "Good night.  Hope to see you again soon.  Love you much."

I climbed into bed and tried to sleep, but sleep would not come.  I felt some kind of tiredness. It was not a physical kind of tiredness.   It was one brought about by sadness..sadness at the thought that Copter did not reciprocate my feelings.  There is a special kind of pain that only those who are suffering from unrequited love can understand.

Copter's POV

I let myself in with the duplicate house key and greeted my mom who was still up.  Well of course she would still be up because it was not yet even ten o'clock.

"Have you had dinner yet?"  she asked.

"Yes, ma,"  I answered.  "P'Kim treated me to that newly opened seafood restaurant downtown.  They do serve really good seafood dishes as they claimed in their advertisement."

"So why are you back early?" she asked.

"It's not early, it's ten o'clock,"  I said.

"Well I just thought that because it was with Nong Kim that you were hanging out, that you would be staying out longer than this," she said.

"We both wanted an early night,"  I lied.  I definitely could not tell her about the passionate kiss that P'Kim had given me before we parted.

"Well then, go ahead and take your shower so that you can retire to bed early," she said.

"Okay, good night, ma," I said, planting a kiss on my mom's forehead.

Of course I did not expect to sleep well tonight.  I just kept tossing and turning in bed, reliving every moment of the evening spent with P'Kim,  the quick kisses that he planted on my eyes, nose and lips when we were at the park, but especially the tight embrace and the passionate kiss that left me weak in the knees just before we parted at the gate.

Why was I so afraid to love him back?  Was it because of his past relationships with so many women whom he had discarded without looking back?  Was I afraid that he would end up discarding me as well after he has had his fun with me?

I fell asleep without finding a satisfactory answer.