A Kiss

"Were you here last night?"

Storm asked Kaden, immediately he settled down on her bed.

Her eyes traveled from the hair on his head to the black leather boots that covered his feet. How he managed to look so handsome every time she saw him was beyond her. He was just so hot and shouldn't be allowed to roam around freely among females.

"What do you think?" He asked back, folding his arms across his chest, causing his biceps to strain against the blue polo he was wearing, which matched the oceanic blue color of his eyes.

"I think you were here, Kaden. Thanks for helping me sleep," She muttered, dropping down next to him on the bed, not actually in the mood to fight and banter with words.

"It's nothing much," Kaden grunted, looking around her room. "I heard the news…about your father's death. I am truly sorry for your loss."

Storm hummed a reply, not really knowing what to say to that. Condolences accepted or what? She didn't need his pity, but she didn't tell him that.

Instead, she kept quiet, feeling the first emotion since she had heard of her father's death when he placed his hands over hers, which were fisted between her laps. It was soothing. Someone cared for her once.

"I am here for you, always. But did the doctor say anything about how he had died?" Kaden asked, and she shrugged. "Heart failure."

"Oh…" He muttered.

Yeah, right. An "oh"! Of all the things to say. Oh!

But she calmed down, knowing that she was just about to overreact over something that didn't really make sense, especially when he tightened his grip on her hands.

"Come here," He said, after some minutes of comfortable silence between them. She obliged, scooting closer to him, exhaling deeply when he wrapped his arms around her.

She felt…safe. That was the best description. Safe. She hadn't known that word for a long time.

"You can let it all out now," He whispered into her left ear, and just like that, the tears began to flow, as if his words had been the trigger her body had been waiting for.

It started small, but then as memories of past good times with her father surfaced, the weeping intensity increased. And all the while, Kaden just sat there, tapping her back at intervals, letting her wet his shirt with her tears. Was he this good to everyone, or was it just her? Because the guy had definitely won a part of her heart.

"I'm sorry for wetting your shirt," She murmured against his chest after some minutes had passed, even though her arms were still wrapped around his torso. She wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

"Not a problem, Storm. Just let it all out. You will feel better later on. And that's what I want. For you to feel better," Kaden mentioned before dropping a kiss on her hair.

"Thanks, Kaden, for this. I really appreciate it," She said, still preferring to lay cocooned on his body. He smelled of the forest, of whistle pine, and a sort of wine that seemed familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

"You are welcome, love," he said. "Do you want to lay down, and perhaps sleep or something? I can take you out later this evening so that you can see a different scenery that might boost your mood into a better shape. Have you eaten breakfast by the way?" He asked questions as if on impulse, but she didn't reply.

Storm heard him quite all right, but her thoughts were rather on why he was so good to her than the answers she should give him.

"Storm…" Kaden called out to her, worry seeping into his tone, stopping the rubbing motion on her back which she was not really pleased with.

Sighing softly, she backed away from the hug, though still maintaining the same spot, and gazed at him steadily. Up close, she could see the finely designed sculpture his face was, especially the fullness of his lips. How would it taste to have her lips on it?

"Storm…" He called her again, although this time the worry was gone, and all that was left was want, need, the same thing she felt. She wanted to kiss him. And she did.

His lips were softer than she imagined, and when she sought entrance into his mouth with her tongue, he opened up without hesitation, wrapping his hands around her waist. Their tongues moved in sync and fought for dominance. She was just about to slide her hand into his polo when he broke away from the hot kiss which made her heady.

"Storm…" Kaden breathed in deeply, perhaps trying to control his emotions and want.

To hell with control. Storm thought, wanting to mesh their lips together again, but he pulled back, and she got embarrassed, then angry.

"Leave…" She said, pointing toward the window. "Thanks for coming around, but I think you should check out now."

"Storm…"

He was talking, but she wasn't listening to him.

"Just go," She commanded, her voice rising with each passing moment.

But instead of doing that, he leaned in and kissed her. This time he didn't let her play the game of dominance with him. It was rough at first but became gentle later. She flung her hands around his neck and pressed into him, happy when he pulled her in by her waist, such that she straddled him on the bed.

A moan left her lips as his hands slipped through the oversized shirt she was wearing and began to roam around her back. He was already driving her crazy and he hadn't even gotten to the better part yet.

Storm felt her boobs tighten in anticipation, waiting to be touched and pinched. But alas, her expectations were cut short when he stopped kissing her and slipped his hand away from her shirt.

"Why are you stopping?" She asked him, feeling bereft.