Chapter 3
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Kyle's POV
Kyle stepped out of his room and headed straight to the kitchen.
He had been lying down for a while, scrolling through his phone, not really doing anything serious, but his mind hadn’t been fully there.
The house had been quiet, but he knew she had arrived, and even though he told himself it didn’t matter, there was a faint awareness sitting at the back of his mind that he couldn’t quite shake.
His mom had mentioned it earlier, his father's daughter Rhea was coming to stay with them for a while.
He hadn’t thought much about it or at least, that’s what he told himself.
He walked into the kitchen and leaned slightly against the counter.
His mom was there, stirring something on the stove, the soft sound filling the space.
“You’re out,” she said, glancing at him.
“Yeah,” Kyle replied, his voice casual, but his body still carried a strange restlessness he couldn’t explain.
“She’s here,” Emily added casually.
Kyle nodded once.
“I figured.”
Emily smiled a little.
“She just got in not too long ago. She’s in her room.”
Kyle didn’t respond.
“Dinner will be ready soon,” she continued. “Go call her for me.”
Kyle pushed himself off the counter "Alright mom.”
He turned and walked out of the kitchen without saying anything else, his steps slower than usual, like he wasn’t in a hurry but also not entirely at ease.
The hallway was quiet, he walked down slowly, stopping in front of her door.
For a second, he just stood there, his hand hovering slightly before he knocked lightly.
But there was no answer.
He frowned a little, his brows pulling together.
Maybe she was asleep.
He reached for the handle and pushed the door open.
“G—”
The word didn’t finish, he froze completely.
For a second, his mind didn’t register what he was seeing.
Then it did and everything in him reacted at once.
She stood there. Fresh out of the bathroom. A towel wrapped around her body, barely holding on, the top edge tucked loosely just above the swell of her breasts.
His chest tightened instantly, his breath caught in his throat.
Her skin still damp, glistening, catching the light in a way that made every drop of water look like it was sliding down on purpose, like his eyes had no choice but to follow.
A slow, teasing trail of water ran from her collarbone, curving over the soft rise of her chest before disappearing beneath the towel.
His throat went dry.
Her hair was slightly wet, dark strands clinging to her neck and shoulders, a few droplets falling onto her caramel white skin and leaving shiny paths that his eyes followed helplessly, like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.
Kyle stopped breathing, his entire body reacting instantly, heat flooding low in his gut a sudden, heavy throb between his legs that made his jeans feel too tight.
His pulse hammered violently, in his throat, in his wrists, everywhere at once, but strongest where it shouldn’t be, where it made him painfully aware of himself.
She looked so f*****g soft and warm. Her towel was short, ending high on her thighs, and one wrong shift would expose everything.
His mind flooded with it, the image of the towel slipping, the way her breasts would bounce free, her smooth caramel skin underneath still slick from the shower.
His eyes moved before he could stop them, drinking in the gentle curve of her waist, the way the towel hugged her hips, the faint outline of her n*****s pressing lightly against the thin fabric from the cool air.
He could almost imagine how they’d feel under his palms, how her skin would taste if he dragged his tongue along that water trail.
His mind flooded with it before he could stop it, the image of the towel slipping, the way her body would be revealed, smooth and untouched, the heat of her skin still lingering from the shower.
His control slipped for a second.
His eyes moved before he could stop them, taking in everything, the curve of her waist, the way the towel hugged her hips, the faint outline pressing through the fabric.
Something in his chest tightened sharply.
He shouldn’t be looking but he was and he couldn’t stop .
"Damn," he said out loud, the word slipping out rough and low, more breath than voice.
Then she looked up and their eyes met, everything snapped back.
Rhea’s expression changed instantly. Shock.
Kyle turned around immediately, his heart slamming violently against his ribs, panic rising in his chest, his body still reacting in ways he couldn’t control.
“Uh—” he started, his voice catching, rougher than it should’ve been, betraying him.
He quickly turned his back to her now, like distance would fix what had just happened, like not seeing her would erase the image already burned into him.
“Sorry—I didn’t—uh…”
He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his thoughts scrambling over each other, trying to find something normal, something safe.
“Mom said—uh—hi,” he said, then immediately stopped. That wasn’t right.
He ran a hand through his hair quickly, fingers trembling slightly, not just from nerves but from everything still rushing through him.
“Dinner,” he corrected. “Mom said to tell you—uh—dinner is ready.”
He was painfully aware of every inch of his body especially the thick, aching hardness now pressing obviously against his jeans.
If she looked down when he turned around, she’d see it. The thought made his stomach twist with a mix of shame and dark excitement.
She didn't answer immediately, but he could feel her stare burning holes at his back.
“Okay,” she said.
Her voice was calmer than he expected, but there was something underneath it, something he couldn’t quite name.
Kyle nodded slightly, jaw tight. “Yeah… okay.”
Another second passed.
His mind betrayed him again, replaying it, the way the water moved on her skin, the softness, he needed to leave.
Then he stepped out quickly and pulled the door shut behind him.
The moment the door closed, he let out a shaky breath, his back hitting the wall as he tried to steady himself, but his body refused to calm down.
He could still see her. Still smell the faint scent of her shower gel lingering in the air. His hand itched to adjust himself, to palm the bulge and relieve even a little pressure, but he didn’t dare.
Not here. Not with her right behind that door.
He stood there for a few seconds, staring straight ahead, pulse still racing, blood roaring in his ears.
Still caught in that moment he couldn’t undo.
He stood there for a few seconds, staring straight ahead, trying to pull himself back together.
“That was…” he muttered, trailing off, because there was no word that fit.
He shook his head once, but it didn’t help.
He started walking back toward the kitchen, his steps uneven at first, his thoughts loud, overwhelming, refusing to settle.
He exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself, trying to push it down, but it lingered.
“Urghh,” he muttered under his breath, frustrated
What bad timing he had, he stepped back into the kitchen. His mom looked at him.
“Did you tell her?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Kyle replied, his voice still a little off, not as steady as before.
“She’s coming?”
“Yeah.”
She nodded and turned back to the stove.
Kyle leaned against the counter again.
He picked up a glass and poured himself some water, taking a slow sip, hoping it would cool him down.
The water helped a little.
He set the glass down and looked toward the hallway briefly, just for a second, before forcing himself to look away.
Then he turned toward his mom to help her.
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