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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I should have fucked someone last night.
It was screwing with my head. Getting up at the ass-crack of dawn just so I could take Felicity to breakfast was insane. I could have gotten some sleep and taken her to dinner. And having her on the back of my bike was a terrible idea. We should've taken her car.
This was going to be my attempt at salvaging the friendship we had started. Thinking about how good her tits looked in that tank top and how much better they had felt on my back was not what this was supposed to be about. I was gonna have to call Kyrie when I got finished. She would take the edge off.
"Ang galing mo kagabi. Nag-enjoy ako sa panonood," Felicity said in that sweet musical voice of hers.
I hoped the fact that I was imagining her naked and wrapped around my body wasn't all over my face.
"I'm glad you came. Ate was really delighted to meet you. Sawyer had mentioned our new neighbor, and she is always curious." More like Sawyer told Tatiana I was making up reasons to go visit our new neighbor all the damn time.
"She was really nice. Inimbitahan niya akong lumabas this week," Felicity said, smiling, but I could see the nervous look in her eyes. "Ah, ang ibig kong sabihin . . . Sana ay okay lang sayo yun. Wala naman akong ibang ibig sabihin doon. Inimbitahan lang niya akong kumain sa labas. She seems really nice and all, and I haven't made any friends, exactly."
That stung. I deserved it, but it still stung.
Her eyes flew open more, and she shook her head with a horrified expression on her face. Damn, she was adorable. "I mean. You, of course. I mean, I think we're, I mean, you're, I mean, uh. I know you're a . . . friend . . . kind of . . ." She stopped trying to make sense of her ramblings. Then she pressed her lips together and dropped her eyes toward the table.
I had fucked with her head, running off like I had. Most girls would have shown up at my door demanding attention. Felicity had just accepted my absence and gone on with her life. She didn't demand anything of anyone.
Girls who looked like her usually used their beauty as weapons. She didn't make any sense. She acted like she deserved to be treated poorly.
"About that," I said, knowing I needed to apologize. She didn't lift her eyes to meet mine. "I'm sorry I ran out on you that night and that I haven't been by to see you since. I had some shit going on in my head, and I was worried. . . . I just didn't know. . . . Fuck."
I needed to just say it. Get it out there.
"I didn't want you to get the wrong idea about what we were doing. About why I was showing up with dinner and coming around so much. You're not the . . ."
I wasn't going to say she wasn't the kind of girl I fucked because it sounded wrong. "I like being around you. You make me smile and I like that. I missed you these past two weeks and I would still like to be your friend. If you would consider me as a friend, that is," I finished.
She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and the relieved look in them told me all I needed to know. She didn't want more than a friendship with me anyway.
I wasn't going to hurt her. She knew she was too good for me. Even if she seemed completely in the dark about her beauty, she knew I wasn't the kind of guy she deserved.
"I'd like that. I have fun with you too. And I missed you. I don't expect anything other than friendship."
The plate of pancakes I ordered was set down in front of me, and the same exact order was set down in front of Felicity. There was no way she could eat all that, but I figured what she didn't finish I would.
"This looks really good," she said, grinning, and then a giggle escaped her lips. "I can't believe they have whipped cream on them. And peanut butter."
I winked at her before picking up my fork and knife.
"Sweetheart, if pancakes don't have whipped cream and peanut butter on them, then they aren't worth eating."
She licked her lips, causing me to almost drop the damn forkful of gooey goodness into my lap. The fantasies I'd had about her tongue. Shit! I had to get a grip.
"I've never actually had pancakes," she admitted.
This time I did drop my fork.
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Tomorrow is another day. Let's stop muna on Kyson's POV kasi alam ko naman gustong gusto niyo siyang binabasa. XD
