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**Kylie's Point of View – Friday Night**
In the end, I didn't go to the game. I felt more like chilling and watching that new reality show *Marry Me* everyone's been raving about. The concept is totally insane: two people who never see each other but communicate through a glass wall for three days — until one of them proposes. Typical American nonsense… but hey, it made me laugh, so I went along with it.
I was getting up to grab another bowl of popcorn when the doorbell rang. It was 10 PM. Who the hell could that be? I wasn't expecting anyone, and my parents were away for a romantic weekend. Intrigued, I opened the door — and there he was. Aiden.
He was wearing perfectly-fitted jeans and a white t-shirt clinging to every contour of his toned, broad body. His hair was still damp, making him look even hotter than usual. I'll admit it — Aiden is pure eye candy.
I think he noticed me checking him out because he gave me a crooked grin that quickly shifted to a disappointed look.
**Aiden:** *"You didn't come, huh?"*
**Me (a bit sheepish):** *"I told you I wouldn't."*
He scanned me from head to toe, and every time his gaze lingered on a part of my body, it felt like an invisible touch. Suddenly, I felt so self-conscious in my comfy little shorts and pink crop top — which, of course, hugged my chest just right since I wasn't wearing a bra.
When his gaze shamelessly dropped to my boobs, I couldn't help it — I smacked him on the head and shot him a glare.
**Me:** *"Hey! Eyes up here, Aiden."* I tapped his head and pointed to my face.
**Aiden (with a sheepish laugh):** *"Yeah… sorry. Can I come in?"*
**Me:** *"Yeah, sure. Come on."*
He didn't wait for an answer and walked in. I closed the door behind him, the click echoing like it marked a shift in the atmosphere. My heart was racing, and I couldn't focus on anything except the fact that he was now in my living room.
I stepped aside to let him in and closed the door, a tiny shiver of uncertainty running through me.
**Him:** *"So… what were you doing instead of watching me play?"* His eyes swept across the room like he was searching for something hidden.
**Me:** *"Marry Me,"* I said, pointing at the TV as I popped another piece of popcorn into my mouth, pretending to be casual.
**Him:** *"Reality TV? You're kidding me, right?"*
**Me:** *"Best way to kill time. It's comforting, seeing people dumber than you out there."*
**Him:** He laughed. *"You've got a weird way of looking at things."*
**Me:** I shrugged. *"Hey, I'm not weird — you are. And by the way, how did you even get here?"*
**Him:** Crooked grin. *"I've got my sources."*
**Me:** I eyed him suspiciously. *"Sources, huh? Really now?"*
**Him:** *"Yeah… sources…"* He paused, like choosing his words. *"And you don't even feel a tiny bit guilty for ditching my game when you promised you'd be there?"*
**Me:** I crossed my arms. *"Hold up, buddy. I didn't promise a damn thing. And if your 'source' told you otherwise, they should've also told you I don't do guilt. Even when I'm wrong."* I gave him a smug grin.
**Him:** *"Well, I'm mad at you."*
**Me:** I stared him down. *"You can stay if you want."*
**Him:** *"Is this you making it up to me?"*
**Me:** I let out a soft laugh. *"Gavin never taught you this? I don't apologize. And this whole conversation feels pointless."* I turned toward the door. *"It's right there if you wanna leave."*
**Him:** His tone turned serious. *"How did you know Gavin was my source?"*
**Me:** Smirking. *"Lucky guess. So, you leaving or staying?"*
**Him:** He shrugged like he didn't have much of a choice. *"I'm already here. Might as well stay."*
**Me:** I watched him for a second, amused. *"Hmm…"*
The vibe between us started getting weird — like some game where neither of us knew the rules yet. And honestly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to win or completely lose myself in it.
I switched off the lights, leaving the TV as the only source of light in the room. The flickering screen cast an almost surreal glow. He settled on the couch while I deliberately chose an armchair a little further away. Safety distance… necessary.
Considering my period had me feeling way too sensitive, and the fact that he looked drop-dead sexy when I opened the door, it was better not to risk it. Just a precaution.
We watched four episodes of *Marry Me*. The whole time, I could feel his gaze on me — trailing over my body with unsettling intensity. It was distracting. I couldn't even focus on the show.
Eventually, I got up, claiming I needed something from the kitchen. Truth was, I just needed air. To get my head straight.
*Freaking hell… these damn periods. Can they leave me in peace for once?!*
Apparently, I wasn't the only one on edge because he followed me almost immediately.
**Him:** *"You okay?"*
His voice — low, soft — hit me like a forbidden whisper, sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
**Me:** *"Yeah… yeah…"* I mumbled, barely audible.
He paused, studying me with that unsettling intensity.
**Him:** *"You sure?"*
He stepped closer, slow, like a predator sizing up its prey.
**Me:** *"Yeah, yeah… it's fine."*
But my voice lacked conviction.
Suddenly, he closed the gap between us, his chest brushing against mine. His deep brown eyes locked onto mine, burning with a mix of confidence and barely-concealed hunger. A violent shiver shot down my spine, impossible to control.
**Me:** *"Back off, Gibson."*
My voice wasn't firm — not even close. And we both knew it.
He leaned down, burying his face in my neck, his hot breath grazing my skin as he planted soft, burning kisses there.
I tried shoving him off with all the strength I had, but he didn't budge.
**Him:** *"I know I turn you on…"* he whispered, a grin audible in his voice. *"Admit it."*
**Me:** *"That's not the point."*
I could feel his smug smile widen against my skin, clearly savoring my weakness.
**Me:** *"What do you want, huh?"* I took a deep breath, gathering what courage I had left.
I already knew what he wanted. It was obvious.
**Me:** *"You wanna fuck me, is that it?"* I locked my gaze on his, daring. *"Thought I'd chase after you like all the other girls at school?"*
Silence.
The air thickened with a heavy, electric tension.
Gibson didn't answer right away, but his cocky smile never left his face. And honestly, I didn't know if I wanted to flee from this or let it consume me.
His gaze burned into mine. Slowly, he slid his hands under my top, his fingers barely skimming my skin. An involuntary shudder rippled through me.
*This is so, so bad…*
A wicked grin tugged at his lips.
**Him:** *"You're a wild one, huh…"* he murmured, his warm breath sending tremors over my skin. *"You know what?"*
I shook my head, incapable of forming words.
His eyes darkened, a dangerous gleam flickering in them.
**Him:** *"I'm not just gonna fuck you, kitten."* His voice dropped, low and intense. *"I'm gonna make love to you. Again and again… for an indefinite amount of time."*
My heart skipped a beat.
**Me:** *"Aiden, stop… please… just go home."* My voice trembled.
But he didn't listen. Instead, he leaned back into my neck, leaving a trail of slow, teasing kisses. Each one was torture, a fire blooming in my stomach and spreading upward.
A growing heat pooled between my thighs. *No, no, no…* I couldn't let this happen.
In a burst of will, I shoved him away, eyes blazing.
**Me:** *"Aiden, stop it — I HAVE MY PERIOD!"*
He froze, taking a step back like making sure I wasn't bluffing.
**Him:** *"Why didn't you say so earlier?"* he asked, genuinely surprised.
I shot him a look that screamed *'As if you'd have listened.'*
**Me:** *"You got me worked up, okay?! You turn me on, happy now? I'm screwed — I won't be able to sleep all night, and cramps already suck enough as it is…"*
He burst out laughing. Full-on, uncontrollable, genuine laughter.
I blinked. *Is this guy for real?*
Without thinking, I grabbed the first thing within reach — a frying pan — and smacked him before shoving him toward the door.
**Me:** *"Get the hell out, asshole!"*
Still laughing, he backed away, hands raised in mock surrender.
**Him:** *"See you tomorrow, kitten."*
And before I could even react, he was gone.
Annoyed, I slammed the door shut, my heart still pounding like crazy.