The Best Friend's Contract

"Are you serious?" She asks. "What?"Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Her fingers begin to grip onto the edge of the bathtub, something caught up in her throat but within seconds, I manage to figure out what's in her head. "Just... let me help you. Trust me," Both of her eyes meet mine, staring a bit longer than longer before nodding her head. She starts to take her shirt off before giving it to me while I try my best to not look down at her body even though she's sitting in the bathtub in her undergarments instead of stake naked. Then, she takes off her pants, letting me put them in the laundry bag.

I turn to run the bath after placing her usual bath bomb, adjusting the water to comfort her; not too warm and not too cold, just a mixture of lukewarm water that can easily ease her and make her feel better.

As soon as the bath bomb has finished twirling, the water has managed to cover her body up to her upper chest and colour from the bath bomb is a bit too dark and almost impossible for me to see anything beneath which is her skin. "Just call me if you need anything," I say as soon as I realise that the situation is getting a bit more uncomfortable.

Just as I'm about to walk away, she has managed to stop me by grabbing onto my wrist, making me turn to look at her; slightly confused. "It's okay, keep me company." She replies with an uncertain voice but her expressions shows otherwise. "Just turn around for awhile," She says and I nod before turning around, my view away from her body.

I look down at the ground to see that she has thrown her undergarments away, making me feel my heart beating faster than before as I try to control my breathing; slowly, clenching my jaw and almost imagining her in ways I can only think of. "You can turn around now," She adds.

Slowly but surely, I turn around to meet her eyes. She stays as deep as she can in the water as I start to sit beside her bathtub, watching her every movement as I push away the thought of her being naked in the same room as me; only out of view. "This is... awkward," She says and we both laugh, completely agreeing.

"I'm trying my best to imagine you with clothes on but so far, it's not working very well." I reply with a chuckle escaping my lips as her cheeks heat up, the blush creeping causing her to run her fingers through her hair, trying to wet them.

"Let me help," I say, looking at her; somehow asking for approval.

She turns for her back to face me as I squeeze and adequate amount of shampoo on the palm of my hand before massaging her head by mixing the shampoo with some water, letting the bubbles form.

My hands are moving gently to wash her hair, trying to remove any dirt or oil as she stays still; not uttering a single word but my eyes just can't seem to move away from the back of her body, seeing how they're calling out for me to touch but I remain still, keeping my hands where they are needed and not anywhere near her skin.

"You're good at this," She mutters.

I laugh, "Yeah? It's making you feel better?"

Even without looking at her, I can see the smile creeping up her face as she starts to look down. "Well... it seems like you've done this before. That's not a surprise, though." She replies.

I stop moving for a short couple of seconds, "I've never done this before." My reply seems short but it's an enough confirmation to prove just how it's the truth-call it whatever she wants but I've never bothered to do this for any of my ex-flings or one night stands because why bother?

"Really?"

"You're the first," I add.

She stays quiet, letting me run my fingers through her hair again, removing any excess bubbles and try to rinse it. "It makes me feel really special,"

"Aha, I'm not so sure about that." I joke even though deep down, I want to just let the words escape and tell her how much she means to me. How I wouldn't just do this for anyone but for her; it can stay that way for as long as she wants as I hesitate and fight with my own thoughts.

"Dick," She chuckles.

We both smile as I rinse her hair.

As soon as I'm done, she starts to turn and our eyes meet again, "Is your head still hurting?" I ask, wanting to start a conversation so that our current situation won't be as awkward as it already is. "Yeah. Thank you," She replies.

"Anything for you," I unknowingly run the back of my hand across her cheek, making me blink back a few times as soon as I realise what I've done but it appears to be too late to take it all back. My hand moves away from her face before clearing my throat, "I'll wait outside." I quickly add.

As I step out of the bathroom, I begin to place a hand on my chest; feeling my heart beating fast even though I keep on trying to control my breaths but everything around me and being in this room can't seem to help me any further.

"Calm the fuck down," I mutter to myself before circling the room; mentally trying to talk to myself and just calm down before she walks out. "Damn it, Aidan-you're losing it. You're clearly losing your mind,"

Just as I stop walking around, I hear her step out of the bathroom which causes me to freeze at my exact spot before hearing her entering the walk-in closet, leaving me all by myself again but deep in my own thoughts.

It's not about feeling lustful when we

were in the bathroom and she was bathing naked even though I couldn't see anything but it's because of how my feelings are somehow deep and sincere for her. She's making me go crazy and she's even making me go weak for her-it's something unexpected but it's happening. It's all happening.

Everything that Dimitri said, it's coming true.

We're not anywhere near the end of the marriage but I'm already somehow, deeply, madly and truly in love with my best friend, Kenna.

yet.

I turn around to see her looking back at me, surprising me as I didn't get the chance to hear her step out of the walk-in closet. My eyes wander down to her clothes and see that's currently wearing a plain shirt with a pair of dark skinny jeans but my heart can't seem to ease To my surprise, she starts to make her way towards me before standing on her tiptoes and immediately cup onto my face, her lips meeting mine in an instant; causing my eyes to widen at the sudden yet soft kiss.

Everything around me begins to fade

as I close my eyes, wrapping both of my hands around her waist as I pull her body closer towards me, letting me feel the curves of her perfectly shaped body and taste the mint coming from her lips from the toothpaste. Yet, what intrigues me most is her scent, the same exact soft scent. The same exact

Bombshell scent.

I feel her arms wrapping around my neck as I pull her up match her height with mine which is not a burden as she appears to be light and her frame has always been small and petite. My heart eases down as our kiss seems to be more passionate and filled with unspoken meanings. I slow down the kiss as my hands move up to her back, feeling her body curving up towards mine; leaving me to appreciate just how close we are, leaving no distance in between.

We break the kiss to find ourselves

panting as we're still inches apart from one another, her eyes looking, into my eyes as mine remain still at her lips, seeing them turning red from the amount of kisses. I begin to clench my jaw before gazing up into her blue eyes, liking how they manage to strike as one of the most beautiful eyes.

"I'm in love with you," I mutter under my breath as they escape from my lips. We both remain frozen especially her as soon as she heard the words, knowing that they came out a bit more as a big smack than something slow and romantic.

Shit.