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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It was becoming a habit. That was all. Nothing more. I was not addicted to her. I wasn't. Just a nice little distraction.
Seeing Felicity in the evenings before I left for my gigs was a way to have a moment to just be me. Felicity didn't require me to be anything else.
Last night she had actually rolled her eyes at one of my jokes and thrown her napkin at me. It had taken every ounce of strength I had to stay in my seat and not grab her face and taste those full lips.
She wasn't nervous with me anymore. She smiled at me and let me in when I knocked on her door.
Somehow she had become my level ground. The place I could go to find myself before I went out and entertained everyone. She didn't hang on me and beg me for anything. It was easy with Felicity.
Or at least I kept telling myself that.
If I acknowledged the truth, I would panic. So instead I was going to believe this was all I wanted from her. Just seeing her was enough. Hearing her laugh made my fucking day.
"Hey," she said with that smile from heaven as she stepped back and let me inside her apartment.
"I got the macaroons you like," I said, holding up the bag from the Café place down the street.
After watching her make those sweet little moaning noises as she ate it the last time I picked it up, I decided I needed to watch her eat it again.
Her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands and bounced on her feet like a little girl. Women who looked like Felicity were not supposed to be so damn cute.
Seeing her get excited over food made me want to feed her three meals a day.
"I made sweet tea just like you showed me. Come, taste it. I think I got it right," she said as she hurried to the kitchen.
Two nights ago she had said she loved sweet tea, but she didn't know how to make it, and buying it was too expensive. So I'd taught her how.
You would have thought I was brilliant by the way she watched me and asked me questions. It was as if I was conducting a science experiment.
