First Installment for the MAYHEM series
"Innocence was never meant to be addictive."
Addiction has been a part of Kyson Montenegro's nature, and women, in particular have always been his favorite obsession. Being the lead singer in a band has its pe...
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After changing into a pair of cutoff sweatpants and a tank top, I dug my glasses out of my bag and put them on, then pulled my hair up into a messy bun to get it out of the way.
Tonight I planned on writing, but first I had to find something to cook for dinner. I had bought several things at the store that I could easily make. I just wasn't sure what I was in the mood for.
Habang papunta ako sa kusina ay nakarinig ako ng katok sa pinto kaya naman tumigil ako at tinitigan iyon. Iyon na siguro si Kyson. Wala namang ibang pumupunta dito maliban sa kanya.
Bumaba ang tingin ko sa aking suot at nagdadalawang-isip ako kung pupunta ba ako sa kwarto ko para magpalit. O kahit tanggalin ko man lang ang pagkakapusod ng buhok ko pati na ang salamin ko.
No. I would not do that. Kyson wasn't here to be impressed with how I looked. He probably just wanted advice on a shirt. I forced myself to walk over to the door just as I was and open it up.
Kyson's slow grin lit up his face as he took in the way I was dressed. At least I could amuse him.
"Aren't you too fucking adorable for words," he said.
I wasn't adorable but I wasn't going to argue with him. "Hey," I replied, then the smell of pizza hit my nose and I realized he wasn't empty handed. He was carrying a box from the pizza place down the street.
He held the box out so I could see it. "I need help eating this," he said with his entirely too sexy grin on his face.
Why he was here yet again with food to share with me I wasn't sure. Did he really like being around me? Was this what friendship was?
I stepped back and let him walk inside. He stopped in front of me and lifted a finger and touched the tip of my nose.
"Those glasses," he said and chuckled and shook his head. Then he walked toward the table with the pizza.
He hadn't looked like he was making fun of me and my glasses, but what had he meant by that?
I closed the door and gave myself a moment to adjust to him being in here before turning to look at him. He was already walking into the kitchen to help himself to plates.
If he was teasing me about my glasses that was okay because friends teased each other. Right? I think they did. I could handle some friendly teasing.
