My One And Only

Kian was busy all his weekends.

He had been always busy even at the weekends all his life.

The work… had caught all his attention and had none left out for to admire anything outside of his laptop screen and the huge piles of a white sheet with black letters carved on its surface.

But lately, something had changed. And to be in a good way.

After all, Kian Wilson taking a leave for the weekends must be some really good shit.

He had been taking time off from his work to go meet now a healed Tinsley.

Her face had become clean and flawless once again. The cuts on the corner of her lips had vanished, the purple-blue bruises had faded too.

And the more he got to see her, her smile had gotten more brighter and livelier.

The way she would come out of her room running to the front door to greet him.

And the intensity with which she would land herself onto him would make him lose his balance and step backwards.

Her giggles that followed after would lighter up to his tired shoulder from a long day of work, diving into his ears like some scared melody rings.

Her excitement to see him every day makes him wake up the morning looking forward to it once he was done working.

And then she would land a soft kiss on his cheeks making him lose all his senses for a flash of a second, only feeling the feel of her soft petal-like lips brushing his spiky cheeks for a split of time.

Her soft hands would drag him away even before he could regain his consciousness back from it.

And then she would make him sit on her bed, ruffle his brown hairs softly, messing it up altogether.

As she would walk away, her scent touching his nose making him lose his mind for God knows how many times for the time being.

Handing him his cup of tea, they would sit down, she would start the conversation by asking him how his day was to which his reply would be always the same old.

And then she would narrate to him what she had done the whole day and how much she missed their time when they were just mere teenagers.

“You are already leaving?? Are you??”

Tinsley asked, getting up from sitting as she saw Kian putting his coat back on.

“I certainly m. I have work tomorrow…. an important morning meeting.”

Kian replied. He did not like the happiness from her face fading slowly and slowly one bit.

“Do I… do I bore you?”

Tinsley could not help but ask him that. She had been having that particular question in her mind for a while now.

And she had evidence as to why the answer to that question could turn positive because, during their time together, Kian would never say a word unless required or even saw a bit of interest in keeping up.

“I… I know that. I m a chatter. I have been told so. Got my mom scolding me for the hundredth time and daddy breaking his glasses right in front of my face… and still, I could not learn to keep it shut… my mouth…”

Kian could not draw his eyes apart from her face… it reflected so much pain and agony as if she had gone back to that time and place… so dark and exhausting… her expression recited it all so quite well.

“… You have been so generous to me… I can’t thank you enough and in the midst of it if I had been annoying you for the past weekends…”

Tinsley’s heartbeat accelerated as she looked up to see his face for the first time ever since she started talking… she licked her lips which disturbed Kian’s composure a lot despite it he tried to remain steady.

“… I m sorry… I m sorry for it all..”

And before she could apologise anymore, Kian strode towards her… he was in front of her in a flash of seconds.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

He cupped her face and Tinsley did not seem to saw in protest, it only gave her comfort to feel his warm touch on her living cheeks, soon to be painted in crimson red.

These days, they had been quite well acquainted with each other presence, and touch.

“Nothing that comes out of that pretty mouth could ever bore me, Bonnie.”

He said, his words ever so clear that it delighted Tinsley’s ears to listen to him call her pretty after such a long period.

“Did you… did you just call me pretty??”

“I did?? Didn’t I??”

He counters back her question with his contradictory question. Their faces were too close as if they were breathing the same air.

“Am I really pretty??”

Tinsley could not help but ask it. She was never called pretty apart from anyone but him when they were small.

Her mind would go sick, her stomach would feel poor when she would hear Josh, her fiance, calling other women pretty right before her but never caring to compliment her once at parties.

“Yes, you are. You really are.”

He gave her his confirmation. He could not understand that why would she ever doubt it. She must have heard it often. Had she not??

“Am I pretty for you?”

The next question hit Kian without any preparation. He was not expecting that at all from her. He did not know how to say it, what to say it.

The answer was, of course, yes.. indeed very much. But he did not know how to frame his answer without making her aware of how much he was affected by her presence all the times… whenever she was near him.

The long wait for the answer from him only made her conscious of herself… maybe.. maybe he only called her pretty for her sake.

“It’s alright… you do not have to answer…”

She pushed him away to get back but he held her steady and turned her around, slamming his lips against hers… the action he wanted to do for so long…