The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

His lips begin to travel down to my neck, slowly leaving burning kisses onto my skin as I try my best to control my breaths rather than falling head over heels. Both of my hands are wrapped around his neck-lifting his face up to meet mine, causing him to lean his forehead against mine as he clenches his jaw.

"Aidan," I breathe out.

"Mmm?" He responds as he open his eyes to look directly into mine.

"One more. Just one more," I lean closer towards his ear before whispering the words; leaving him to grip onto my waist, teasing me by leaving kisses down my jawline-making me run my fingers through his dark brown hair.

Just as I'm about to say something, he has already kissed me on the lips. The movement of his lips on mine appears to be cautiously slow but filled with desire and somewhat... lust as he cups onto my face with his right hand, letting me drop my hands down to his waist; trying to find something to grip in order to make sure that this is real.

He bites onto my lower lip, earning access from me as he tilts his head to the side; slightly causing me to groan at the little pleasures from his kisses.

As we're both running out of breath, he starts to lean back to break the kiss. Then, I find him gazing down onto my face; continuing to glance down at my lips before meeting my eyes, feeling myself being drowned in the dark orbs-leaving me breathless and speechless at the same time.

Deep, deep, down... we both know that we'll have to pretend. As soon as we walk out of this room, this will be left behind. There's no such thing as forgetting it ever happened but by pretending to forget, never mentioning it or never trying to ever make it happen again. It confuses me at the thought of not wanting him to stop, just wanting him to make me want more.

Aidan leans back, clenching his jaw as he continues to gaze down onto my face before picking up his shirt that has fallen onto the ground when we were busy living in the moment.

Both of his brown eyes never seem to look away from mine as I start to feel my cheeks heating up from the previous kisses, letting me tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before trying to make them stay back in place-knowing how they must've been in a mess when he was cupping onto my face, making me lean back onto the closet and passionately making me feel wanted, craved and needed.

To my surprise, he is already wiping the smudge on my upper lip. "Just so you know, I can walk out of this room and pretend that this thing ever happened but that's it... I can only pretend. I can't promise you that I would never think about it," He says as he fixes my hair before leaning back, dropping his hand to the side.

"That's all I need," I breathe.

"Tell me one thing, Kenna and I want you to be honest with me. There's something here, right? There's something between us and we're just trying to simply push it aside. Do you think that's true?" He asks, his eyes piercing deeply into mine which causes me to lean deeper into the closet, not knowing whether it's what I want to say.

I look away, trying to find the accurate words.

"Actions speak louder than words," He clears his throat before running his fingers through his hair as he glances at the mirror, wanting to make sure that he looks more like himself than a mess. "Just remember that," He adds, leaving me at the exact spot.

We both walk towards the door, hesitating on whether we should just step out and forget about all of this-never speak or mention of it again or spend a couple more minutes to just talk about it more deeply than we did before. The look on his face shows just how much it confuses him, too; not just me.

I watch as he steps out of the room, turning to look at me with an immediate smile plastered onto his face. "You coming? I'm not getting younger," He grins.

Slowly, yet surely, I manage to step out of the room before standing a few inches apart from him; realising that we have passed that stage the stage to reminisce. "Right back at you," I mutter under my breath as he leans back, grabbing to hold onto my hand before we walk down the stairs, after earning another glance from him.

Guests and friends of the family are all chattering, laughing and even taking pictures as they enjoy themselves with drinks in their hands as Aidan and I walk down the stairs, slowly coming into view-causing them to look up, surprised at his casted forearm. From afar, I can see May Atwell's eyes widen at the sight as she tries to get a better view but I just remain close to Aidan, liking how he continues to grip onto my hand; letting me lean closer than pushing me away.

"Oh my lord, what happened to you?" One of them asks, "What happened, Aidan? Did you fell off a tree? Were you running off with the cows?" She continues to ask while the others chuckle before whispering in concern-causing me to just stand still, waiting for him to answer the questions.

He clears his throat, "Life happens."

They laugh at his answer as he smiles, "Please, I'm not the highlight of the party. My parents are," He continues to speak before pulling me aside after glancing down at me; letting us walk past the guests to the kitchen-where less people are gathered before he starts to take a seat near the kitchen counter.

To my surprise, May Atwell appears. "Aidan... we just met yesterday and you were perfectly fine! What happened? You clearly didn't have a broken arm before," She glances at my direction before looking back at Aidan who has a sly smile plastered onto his face. There's just something about that smile, making me wonder how badly he would want to tell everyone about what happened than just covering it up. It might embarrass himself but I just want to know how they would react-pretty sure they might just laugh and doubt whether he'd be lying or not.

"Shit happens. You and I both know that," He replies.

"Of course... just a little bit surprised to see you like this. Get well soon, Aidan." She says before smiling at me, walking out of the kitchen-leaving Aidan and I, on our own.

I turn to look at him, seeing him currently looking back at me which causes me to clear my throat, a smile slowly creeping up my face. "What are you looking at?" I ask, slowly before taking a seat, in the opposite direction from him-letting him face me, clearly. "You," He answers with a smile.

My heart starts to beat faster than usual as we both stare deeply into each other's eyes but before I can utter a single word, he has already broke out into a chuckle; surprising me slightly. "You dumbass, I was clearly looking at you... where else would I be looking at?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking.

I roll my eyes, quickly looking away to see Marc and Diana smiling to one another as they laugh, enjoying the moment and enjoying another year of being together while I stay still at my spot, glancing at Aidan who is currently scrolling down his phone with his uninjured

arm.

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"Happy anniversary, mother." Aidan leans in towards his mother before pecking onto her cheek, earning a smile from her. "Hopefully every year is a better one," He adds.

Diana pulls him in for a hug, "Thank you, Aidan. Hopefully you'll get better in no time so you can start doing the things you love, again." She replies as she turns towards me, pulling me in for @hug-letting me return it, knowing that we're leaving in a few more minutes back to New York, then everything else will be the same as it was before.

"Like what? Working?" He chuckles.

"Well... you're good at that. Just don't forget to spend some time together," She gestures at the both of us. "You two are still young andProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

there's a lot of things that you

can experience together rather than staring at the computer screen for too long, Aidan. Remember that," She pats onto his right arm, letting him roll his eyes before smiling.

"See you back in New York," He says, earning a wave from her.

"Have a safe flight," She smiles as Aidan and I walk side by side, towards our gate-not wanting to miss our flight.

My eyes wander to Aidan to find him holding onto his backpack in his right hand which causes me to furrow my brows, "Let me help you with that." I gesture towards the bag but he pulls his hand away, just in time for me to grab it. "Just let me help you with that, Aidan. Why are you being so stubborn?"

"I can handle it. Don't worry," He says.

The flight back home appears to be slightly quiet as Aidan continues to stay asleep, not even bothered to glance at my direction or pay attention to any of the noises I make in order to wake him up. Truthfully, I just need a friend to talk to right now and being alone in a plane with no one else to talk to, annoys me.

"Can I get you anything, miss?" The stewardess asks with a smile plastered on her face before glancing at Aidan, who seems to be in a deep sleep.

"No, I'm good. Thank you," I reply and she nods, walking away.

Just as I keep on staring at my best friend, I can't help but realise that his lips are slightly apart but not wide enough to cause a distraction as he breathes, slowly. The way his hair is messily neat at the same time, making him look much more casual and relaxed than when he goes to work, it's something fresh to look at.

Even though the whole time we were in Dallas was him wearing jeans or sweatpants and rocking his own messy hair, I can't help but feel mesmerised by how he can wear or put on anything and still look very attractive.

It must've been the pills, the

painkillers, causing him to be a little bit drowsy and I don't really blame him because he needs all the rest he can get knowing that he's also a very busy man as soon as we land back in New York, he will start answering and making calls to arrange a few things, especially to make sure that his work ends up

perfect.

As for me, I'll be heading straight to the hospital tomorrow, wanting to check on Albert and my other patients-making sure that they're fine when I was gone.

I turn to look at Aidan, seeing him leaning his head back to the seat before slowly falling onto my shoulder which causes me to freeze. My eyes widen at the exact moment, somehow confused-not exactly knowing what to do.

The way his eyes are closed and how calm he is currently breathing, I can't help but notice how it's actually a shame to wake him up just to make sure that he won't be sleeping on my shoulder when there's a lot of more space by his side; due to us being in a business class flight than a normal, economic one.