The Love We Deny ✔️ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8 - The cream incident

"Can I get you a cup of coffee or tea?" he asked as he headed to the kitchen. I stood near the entrance, feeling a little out of my comfort zone. Don't get me wrong, I had been alone in a man's apartment before, but there was just something about Kyle, that made me nervous. It was like I didn't want to do anything that would make him dislike me. I hadn't felt this way in a while and that was the reason I felt out of place.

"Tea would be great actually," I replied trying to mask my unease. He continued moving around in the kitchen, opening cupboards, while he looked for the necessary items.

"I only have black tea, is that alright?" he asked, showing me the recipient as h scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, that's perfect," I might have been projecting, but perhaps I wasn't the only one feeling nervous. I mean I don't care how old you are, when you're single and alone in an apartment with a guy that this hot, your mind goes there. Don't lie to me, I can see through all of you.

"I always wondered if our apartments were similar," he asked as he sat the tea on the small table in front of me. I had finally moved from my spot near the door to the couch.

"Well, if that door is the bedroom and that one is the bathroom," I identified while pointing to the different closed doors I could see. "Then we've got ourselves, identical twins," I said with a chuckle.

"I've only met you a few weeks ago and you're already bringing up kids. Woman's these days," he teased with a playful eye roll. I swatted him, on the arm only to groan. My body did not appreciate the sudden movement.

"Right, let me go get the cream." He immediately stood up and walked into the bathroom, reappearing only seconds later with a tub in his hand. "I have like five more tubs in there, so feel free to keep this one," he generously offered.

"Don't worry, I can just go get some tomorrow," I replied, not sure if I wanted to accept his gift.

"No seriously, I have more than I know what to do with," he smiled, shaking his head slightly. I wondered why he had so many but didn't bother to ask. He probably would have explained if he wanted to.

"Thanks!" I said, accepting to take the cream from his outstretched hand. I didn't hesitate to open the cap and massaging some along my bare legs. Luckily, I was wearing black shorts and a pink tank top which made the task much easier. I had barely started the application when I felt my muscle relax under the cold substance.

We continued talking while I covered my aching body with this cooling heaven. I caught Kyle following the movements of my hand along my body a few times. He had recovered swiftly and moved his eyes back to mine, but I couldn't help feeling satisfied. Perhaps the attraction wasn't one-sided. I was confident with the way I looked, I worked hard for the body that I had, and my mixed genes between Russian and Indonesian had been a blessing. What? There's no shame in admitting you feel good in your body.

Once I had done my legs and arms, I moved the most excruciating part, my upper back, and shoulder. Since it was the place that needed it the most, it was also the one that was the most inaccessible. Obviously. I mean why would anything be easy right?

"Here let me help," he offered when he noticed what I was miserably failing to do. I handed the cream over to him and turned my back. His hands took hold of my shirt and lifted it to gently applied the cold cream between my shoulder blade. My skin pickled from the cold before shivering. The cream was cold okay, it's definitely not because his hands are gliding on my skin. No, it was definitely the cold.

I could feel the start of a blush creep onto my cheeks. I lowered my head slightly to let my hair drop down. My back was facing him, but I didn't take any chances. I could feel the tension in the air build as we both stayed silent. He took the time to kneed at some of the nodes in my back. I stifled a moan when he pressed his hands on my shoulder. This felt wonderful.

When he finally let my shirt fall back down, I turned around. I could have stayed there for hours, just letting him work on my body. Pun intended. Ahem

"You're really good at this," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. God damn woman, get a grip.

"I often have to do it myself, I guess you could consider me an experienced masseuse," he joked.

"Well, sir, I'll be using your services again," I chuckled standing up. I started walking towards the bathroom to get my hands cleaned. Kyle followed me, probably having the same idea. We stood side by side around the sink as we let the water wash away the substances from our hands.

I laughed as we fought for whose hands were on top to receive the clean water. I didn't hesitate to give him a slight hip bump pushing him away. "Hey!" he said playfully, before doing the same thing. I decided to change tactic and soon enough we were spraying water on each other.

I grabbed a towel to try and shield myself from other splashes of water. The grin on my face never left. I'll give it to you, it was childish, but I'd be damned if I said I hadn't laughed this much in the entire week. I could see his shirt start to stick to his body, and while it wasn't white, it sure as hell didn't need to be for me to distinguish each section of his chocolate bar abs. I didn't think Kyle could get any hotter than this.

"Enough," he said laughing as he grabbed onto my wrist, blocking me from spraying him once more. I hadn't realized but this debacle had brought us physically closer. I was now standing less than a foot away from him with my wrist securely held on his hand.

"Well, this sure wasn't how I expected to get you wet for the first time." His voice was barely a whisper. He took a step forward pushing me back against the wall.

His face was only inches away, I could feel his breath on my lips and count the lashes of his eyes from where I was standing. The tension from earlier came back, pushing aside the playfulness that had settled minutes ago and replaced it with sexual tension. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as his thumb drew calm and enticing circles on my wrist. My smile was still on my face when I felt him lean forward.

His lips had barely brushed against my own when his phone rang from his pocket, making us jump. The moment was gone when he took the cockblocker out.

"I'm sorry, I really need to take this," he said looking apologetic before leaving me standing in the bathroom flustered and sexually frustrated. I straightened my clothes and looked around at the watery mess we had created. He was still on the phone when I walked out. I gestured to the door, letting him know I was leaving. He seemed to want to say something, but instead gave me a smile and a simple nod.

Did I want to stay and get some of his deliciously looking body? Absolutely! But, let's be honest, in the current state of my body I wouldn't be doing either of us a favor.

This sure as hell wasn't how I had planned to spend my evening. 

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