Wes Blue
I lean back in my chair, the sound of Charlie Puth ringing through the kitchen. I don't even know who that guy is, all I know is that Katherine has been listening to his songs for the past week. I guess he's alright, except when he tries to go Ariana Grande by pulling out those high ass notes.
My eyes are barely open, as I'm still a little tired. But I can focus on the girl in front of the counters, swiftly moving around the kitchen with her back to me. I have no idea what she's making, but that's how it's been this week. Me and the others have been getting these delicious, amazing breakfasts every morning. She gets it from her mom. I remember when Soph and I would come as kids, her mom would always make something exquisite. And she would never tell us what she's making until she places the plates in front of us.
Now as I'm lounged in the bar stool, my coffee in my hand, I'm taken back to those younger days. And this time, the girl in front of me has the same talent with the kitchen that her mother has.
I tilt my head at her appearance. Her silk pajamas are loose on her hips, hanging by a string. I'm always surprised by how soft her skin looks, and is. Her hair has gotten so long and I've only noticed the other day, when she apparently straightened it. It constantly gets in her face and she always gets frustrated when she has to move it away. Just like now, she's pinning it behind her ear but failes miserably, as it instantly falls. She crouches down to retrieve something from the bottom counter and I can't help but shift in my spot, unable to keep my cool. I wish she was wearing my shirt, she would look damn hot in it.
I roll my eyes at my way of thinking. I shouldn't be thinking stuff like that. We agreed nobody can know about this and so far we've managed. The others did notice that we're not fighting (that much) anymore, but nothing else. This little deal that we have is so far the best thing I've ever done in my life. I don't regret leaving all those one night stands and hookups behind me. The biggest problem is, I can't control myself around her anymore. I find myself looking at her or wanting to bring her closer to me, even when we're surrounded by people, and all of that scares me.
"Hold this." Her voice stirs me from my thoughts as she hands me a small bowl. I shrug and grab it while she takes that thing you use to fill muffins or stuff. She squeezes the tasty looking chocolate out, focusing on not messing up. What is she making, a fucking cake?
"Thanks." She says when she's finished and tries to take the bowl away from me, but I hold my grip and instead place the bowl on the bar in front of me. She furrows her eyebrows but before she can say anything, I circle my hands around her waist and pull her on my lap. She places a hand on my shoulder and raises an eyebrow at me.
"They're about to come." She moves in my lap and looks over to the door, from where our friends are supposed to emerge any moment.
"Yeah. So am I if you continue fidgeting like that." I slap her thigh and she jumps a little, biting her lip.
"I have to finish the cupcakes." She tells me but I ignore that, leaning into her neck, where I grow dizzy from her amazing scent. I can feel her hands travelling across my biceps as I kiss her skin.
She places her fingers under my chin and lifts my head to meet her lips with mine. Her kisses are intoxicating, so slow yet deep and filled with lust. I place my hands on her ass and pull her closer, getting an immediate response from her. I groan as she moves her hips against me.
"Fuck. Do I have enough time?" I pull away from the kiss and murmur in her ear, making her eyes gleam mischievously.
But the sound of the lock on the door makes her jump away from my lap and I tighten my fists. She takes a quick breath and tries to straighten her disheveled hair.
"Later." She smirks at me and my mouth opens slightly. I have to pull my stool under the table to cover what she's doing to me.
"I can't beileve he just did that!" Hailey's frustrated voice arrives and she harshly places her bag on the counter.
"What happened?" Katherine's voice laces with worry. She already has her glove on, as if nothing happened before they got here. As if I wasn't about to bend her over the counter.
"Nothing. Hailey's just being a drama queen." Luke answers, sliding into the stool beside me. Hailey sends him a glare before turning back to her cousin.
"It's Damon." Hailey says and Katherine nods. "I like him, but he's such a dick. We walk into the elevator and Luke was behind me so I was just next to the buttons. And Damon goes like: 'Are you even gonna push them buttons, Pailey?'" She mocks his low voice. "He knows how much I hate being called that. And he constantly tries to get on my nerves."
"Hailey, he was just joking." Luke tries to assure her but she just shakes her head.
"Yeah, he's a dick." Katherine says and licks the chocolate off her finger. She meets my eye for a second and I slowly drag my hands across the side of the stool.
"But wait, why Pailey?" She releases a short laugh and turns back to the stove.
"That was my nickname for a while when I tried to make cookies and practically drowned myself in flour." Hailey mutters and I chuckle.
"You just gotta relax, Hailey." Katherine tells her and grabs the bottom of her shirt. My eyes gloom at her. I swear to God, if she tries anything.
"Fuck, it's hot in this kitchen." She huffs and raises the shirt and starts airing out. My hand moves to my legs and I grip the material ofmy shorts as she glances my way, the clear hint of satisfaction in her eyes. I don't know what has gotten into her, but I don't mind at all, and I sure as hell wanna find out.
Luke stands up and opens the window before going back to his seat.
"You're just making a big deal, babe." Luke places his hand on her shoulder. "Kat's not complaining."
"Yeah." Katherine shrugs, taking a tray full of brown, chocolate cookies outof the oven. "He slapped my ass the other day."
"What?" Hailey says.
"Huh?" I sit up in my stool and she looks at the two of us as if she is considering if she should've said that.
"Now he's a dick." Luke says and his girlfriend smacks his head.
"Yeah."Â Katherine says hesitantly. "He's still trying to get me, I guess."
"Man, I didn't think he'd continue." Luke shakes his head. Katherine just nods her head, turning back to her treats. I try to take my mind off that idiot and when I catch myself fuming I look away, focusing on the view behind the balcony doors.
The apartment door opens and in come Jessica, Carter, Mel, Dylan and Sarah. And ufortunately, Ellie. Her damn appearance makes me annoyed. I don't regret a lot of my hookups, but that one I definitely do. Especially the consequences, which weren't too pretty.
We all huddle around the table, enjoying Katherine's crazy amazing breakfast. The praises that she gets are more creative every day and everyone seems so surprised at how great she can bake and cook. I only watch as she shyly takes them in, her smile wide from ear to ear.
"Blue, when are you leaving?" Dylan asks me as he munches on his food, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I look up and grab my glass.
"Tomorrow." I mumble. Katherine's fork stops moving and I see that, even though she tries to play it cool.
"Sucks." Dylan says. "When will you be back?"
"In a week." I answer simply. I'm not a fan of my sister's wedding, so I'm not even looking forward to it. But I have to endure it, at least for that day.
"You won't miss much." Jess shrugs.
"Jess, you do realise we have a month left in this house?" Hailey asks her friend and Jessica puts her hand over her mouth.
"Already?" Jessica's eyes go wide.
"Yeah. Four weeks." Hailey pouts.
"Three for me." I sit my glass back and prop myself on the table using my elbows.
"Where are you going?" Ellie's curious voice chirps in and I have to resist rolling my eyes. Everyone goes silent because I'm the one that's supposed to answer that question, but what does she care? I raise my eyes for a second and see Katherine looking at me, her brown eyes opened on guard. Eventually she sighs and turns to the blonde girl.
"His sister's wedding." She says, clearly faking niceness. I know she doesn't like her.
"You have a sister?" Ellie asks again and I just nod, looking away. She's as annoying as she was when she left.
The apartment door swings open again and I almost groan when Carter's irritating brother comes in. He's actually a good friend of mine, but he seems to be getting on my nerves more than usual.
"Damn, it smells good in here." He comments, walking over to the table to greet us boys. We all clap his hand, me hesitating it a little.
"Props to the chef." Mel nods at Katherine. She definitely didn't want to be pointed at and I can see her frown when Damon looks at her. He walks over to her and places his hands on her shoulders. She rolls her eyes slowly, putting down the cupcake she was eating. She shakes her shoudlers, trying to get him off of her, but he doesn't let go.
"That's my girl." He says and smiles demurely.
I want to punch him. That is my instant thought. And my own thoughts are provoking me. My eyes dig into his fingers as he moves them along her shoulders. I catch Mel's warning glare. He can probably see my face expression and I know he's hinting for me to fix it. And I know I should, but my anger is slowly raising and I don't know what to do. I look away from my cousin and focus on the leftovers in my plate before collecting my thoughts. My chair screeches underneath me as I push it behind me.
"I'm gonna go for a jog." I announce and everyone nods. Everyone except Katherine, who is raising an eyebrow at me.
"See you tonight, man." Damon tells me.
"Tonight?" Sarah asks.
"The party on the roof?" He says and she nods. We have mentioned it throughout the week so she must've forgotten.
"Bye." I mutter and they wave at me before I exit the apartment. A breath of relief escapes my lips and I stalk over to the elevator. I am fuming and I keep thinking if I should punch Damon or myself. He's a friend, but his actions have aggravated me to the point where I literally had to leave. And I know why. I hate to admit it to myself, but I know it's because of her. It's been so good with her that I forgot about the fact that nobody knows and many guys will try to get to her. I don't judge them, but I sure as hell am not happy with it.
And it's frustrating me that I keep thinking this. I shouldn't be thinking like this. This deal between us, whatever it is, is all fun and games but I should've stopped it. I never should've suggested it in the first place. I just couldn't stay away and now I'm piling problems on top of it.
I don't like this feeling at all. I don't like feelings in general. They make you weak and exposed.
I know she's loyal, whether it's a relationship or this sort of thing, she has loyalty in her soul. The problem is, I don't.