Melody
Oursleepoverdidn’tinvolvemuch sleep. Kaden carried me upstairs in my building, swiping my student badge until he cornered me in the bathroom with a consuming kiss as he sloppily felt around the shower for the handle. As steam filled the bathroom, he hoisted me up until my legs wrapped around his hips and he backed me into the wall, ravaging me like he didn’t have his fill during The Hunt.
That turned into him bending me over my desk and tasting our mixed arousal as I came for a fourth time in one night. It didn’t stop there. He dragged me to my bed to “break it in” before we were both panting, our bodies slicked with even more sweat that rendered our shower utterly useless.
I weakly held up my phone, offering it to Kaden as I tried to regain what sanity I had left before he fucked it clean out of me.
“Food. You know what I like.”
“Chinese it is,” he muttered, kissing and nipping at the flesh of my neck.
An hour later, and I’m sitting up in bed, fresh hickeys and bruises covered by my plush bathrobe as I shovel forkfuls of stir fry and sweet and sour chicken into my mouth. My feet are propped in Kaden’s lap as he extends across the lower end of my bed, his magic hands massaging into my heel as I groan.
I offer him another bite, and he takes it, chewing contentedly as we sit in mutual silence. This is the part that I’ve always loved. We didn’t have to share words or make small talk. It’s always been so…natural.
Kaden grabs my lotion off my shelf, putting a glob in the center of his palm before massaging it into my feet. I rest my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as he pampers me.
“I’ve missed this…” I whisper.
I peek my eyes open to see him chuckling silently as he focuses on my toes. “I’ve always loved spoiling you. It was a secret hobby of mine. The way your face would light up and get this soft look lived in my dreams.”
I tilt my head, the corners of my lips tugging up fondly. “I remember searching for you any time something went wrong because you would hold me until I stopped crying. You used to do this thing—”
He laughs, nodding. “I would shove my face into your neck so I could smell your vanilla and honey soap.”
I scoff playfully, pushing his shoulder. “That’swhat you were doing? I thought you were comforting me!”
“I was,” he shrugs. “I just had my own ulterior motives.”
I giggle, my cheeks painting a rosy color as I settle in and get comfortable. There’s a question that’s been plaguing me for a while now, and it’s burning at the tip of my tongue as I roll the hem of my robe. “Why haven’t you picked a college yet?”
Kaden pauses, it’s only for a beat before he returns to massaging my feet. His face remains impassive, not giving away a single emotion. “Just haven’t thought much about it.”
I hum. “Mom said you’ve been helping Ivan with some kind of business—”
“Alright,” He interrupts me, gently moving my feet to the side as he stands and stretches out his back. He takes the container of food from my lap, tossing it onto my desk before cutting the lights and motioning for me to scoot over.
I shuffle aside, picking up the duvet for him to scoot in next to me. “You’re not going to answer me?”
He turns to face me, the moonlight from my window dancing across his face. It slants over his emerald eyes, making them shine as he lifts a hand and tucks my hair behind my ear. “No, Sunny. I’m not.”
I frown. “But why?”
He sighs, moving me to my side, facing the wall as he wraps a strong arm around my waist. His breath skates across my neck, making my pulse pound wildly.
“Because I don’t want to ruin this,” he whispers so low it’s barely audible. Something twinges in my chest, making my heart pang.
Why won’t he tell me?
He trusts me,doesn’t he?
“Stop worrying,” he mutters, lowering my hand away from the end of my robe.
“How can I not worry?” I ask quietly. “I always worry about you…”
“I know,” he kisses the shell of my ear. “One day I’ll tell you. Until then, I need you to trust me.”
I trust him with my life. Of course I do. He’s Kaden. How can I not?
