Should I come to your room first...

Author's POV

"What... what do you think of my girlfriend? Do you think she’s beautiful enough to be part of our family?" Sebastian asked, a proud look on his face, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. There was no doubt, he was showing off. He clearly enjoyed the idea that others admired the woman by his side.

"She is very beautiful," Kenneth replied with a small smile, though the memory of how Becky had almost crushed him in her embrace the night before flashed through his mind.

"I knew you would say that. Everyone says she is graceful. But there’s something I have not told anyone yet, you will be the first. I am planning to propose to her. Very soon. And after that, we will start preparing for our wedding. Hopefully, the next time you come here will be for our big day."

"Congratulations in advance. I mean that. I am really happy for you," Kenneth said as he reached out and gave Sebastian’s right hand a brief squeeze.

"Oh, before I forget," Sebastian added, "I want you to be my best man."

Kenneth hesitated. "That is a kind gesture, but do you not think one of your close friends would be more fitting?"

Sebastian’s smile faded. "Do not tell me you are still holding on to what happened all those years ago. If you have truly forgiven me, then please agree to be my best man."

"Sebastian, I promise, I am not angry with you anymore..." Kenneth began.

"Then why say no?" Sebastian cut in, sounding more frustrated than before.

There was a pause. Neither of them said a word for a few seconds as their eyes met. Kenneth pressed his lips together, blinked slowly, then spoke again.

"If saying yes proves to you that I am not holding any bitterness, then fine. I will be your best man."

Sebastian’s face lit up. "Thank you, really. That means a lot." The two men shook hands firmly.

"I should be on my way now," Kenneth said, picking up his bag. He gave Sebastian a quick hug before walking out.

Sebastian sat on the edge of his bed, picked up his phone, and dialled his mother’s number. No answer. Twenty minutes later, he tried again.

"Hi, Mum. Did Kenneth say anything to you?" he asked quickly.

"No," she replied, confused by the urgency in his voice.

"He’s already heading back to London," Sebastian told her.

"So soon? Did something happen between the two of you?" she asked, concerned.

"No, Mum. He just walked into my room and said he got an urgent call. He mentioned he would video call you once he arrives."

"Sebastian, please be honest with me. Did the two of you have an argument?"

"No, nothing like that. When he said earlier that he would leave shortly after the anniversary, I thought he was just joking. I assumed he would stay longer."

"Do you think he still has not forgiven you?"

"I honestly don’t know. He did not bring up the past at all. Everything seemed okay. That is why I called you. Maybe you should try calling him."

Without another word, his mother ended the call and sat on the bed, troubled. Her husband, who had been resting nearby, stirred at the sound of her phone.

A few seconds later, she lowered the phone. Kenneth was not answering.

"Darling, what is it?" her husband asked, now sitting up and placing his feet on the floor.

"Guess what? Kenneth has already left. He is on his way back to London," she said.

“So soon?” Charles asked, worried showing in his voice.

“I was just as surprised. Sebastian called me a few minutes ago to say Kenneth had already left.”

“I overheard something on the phone earlier, but I assumed it was nothing serious,” Charles said.

“Sebastian swears nothing went wrong between them,” Monica added.

“Are you certain? You know how Sebastian can be. He does not always say everything.”

“That was my thought too. I asked him straight, and he said nothing happened.”

While they were still talking, Monica’s phone rang. She looked at the screen and quickly said, “It is Kenneth.”

She answered without delay.

“Hello, Mum. How was your night?” Kenneth asked with a soft tone.

“My night was fine, but why did you leave so early without even saying goodbye? You could not even give me a hug? What happened this time? Did your brother do something again?”

“No, Mum. Nothing happened, I promise. I am really sorry, but I got an urgent call late last night. I did not want to wake you and Dad, so I left quietly.”

As Kenneth continued, Charles gently took the phone from Monica’s ear.

“Kenneth,” he said, his voice slightly raised. “You could have waited until morning at least. We would have gotten up earlier if we knew. Even if it was just to sit together for coffee. It has been years since you last visited, and you still did not spend a full day with us. We missed you.”

“I am so sorry, Dad. I really am,” Kenneth replied, his voice full of guilt.

“Your mother and I were wondering, and I said I would ask you directly. Did you and Sebastian argue about something?”

“No... Why would you think that?” Kenneth asked, now sounding a bit confused. “Did he say we argued?”

“No, he was surprised too when you left. That is why we are both confused.”

“Please, Dad, I will make it up to you. I promise. If everything goes well, I will come back before the end of the year. I miss you both too. I will call again later.”

“Alright,” Charles said quietly, then ended the call.

He looked at Monica and sighed. “I still feel like something is going on. They are not telling us everything.”

“I know what you mean,” Monica replied. “But if one of them is telling the truth, it will be Kenneth. I believe him.”

Charles sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, deep in thought. “Let us hope so.”

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Becky’s Pov

The morning sun poured into my hotel room and woke me up. Just like I expected, Kenneth was not lying on my bed; he must have gone back to his own room. A strange new feeling filled me as I opened my eyes. I had never felt anything like this before. There was a quiet happiness inside me, and I almost floated out of bed like a little girl full of joy. There was only one face I wanted to see, Kenneth’s. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened last night. From the moment he knocked on my door to his request to take his twin brother’s place.

Last night, I felt pleasure in a way I never knew was possible. When you love someone, everything feels sweeter, deeper. Every touch from him sent a wave through my body. Even now, I could still feel it, the way he touched me, how he made me feel alive.

I quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, humming my favourite song without thinking. A new day had begun, a fresh start. Could I feel this way again before he leaves? The thought stayed with me as warm water ran down my skin. I wondered how we could bring back the magic from last night.

“Yes!” I suddenly said aloud, an idea lighting up my mind. I remembered that I would be going with him to the airport.

“What if Sebastian wants to come with us this time?” I asked myself, still standing under the water.

“I would not agree,” I said, clenching my fist. It was like I was talking to my twin, but really it was just me. On the way to the airport, I would try to get him to have one last moment alone with me. But what if he said no? I asked myself. For a few seconds, my thoughts stopped, then came back stronger, saying:

“If he refuses, I will follow him onto the plane!”

I laughed out loud. The sound bounced off the bathroom walls. I was so full of excitement just thinking about Kenneth.

Later, standing in front of the mirror, I thought about what to wear to make him want me even more. Sebastian hardly crossed my mind. He felt far away, only coming back when I thought about wearing a mini skirt, knowing he would not like it. That’s when I really accepted he was there. When I used to watch love stories in movies, I thought those women were too dramatic. But now I understood, love puts you on a different wavelength.

I picked a skirt that showed off most of my legs and a pink top that revealed a little cleavage. Just as I was about to press my lips together after putting on lipstick, my phone rang. I ignored it. I already knew who it was and what he would say first:

“What are you waiting for? Won’t you come to my room?”

The call ended. Just as I turned away from the mirror, my phone rang again. It was Sebastian.

“Hi… dear,” I said, the word ‘dear’ feeling heavy on my tongue. I almost did not want to say it.

“My angel, how was your night?” he asked softly.

“It was fine,” I answered.

“Do you have a wall clock in your room?” he asked with a sharp tone. I knew it would not be long before his anger came out.

“What do you mean?” I asked, pretending I did not know what he was thinking.

“Anyway, come to my room. I need some help. My family wants to have breakfast together.”

When he said the word “together,” my mind went wild. I saw Kenneth’s face again, clear as day.

“Should I come to your room first, or go straight to breakfast?” I asked.

“To my room first,” he said louder than before. I knew he was already annoyed, but I was ready to stand my ground.

Just as I was about to leave the room, I suddenly remembered something that made me feel braver. I opened my bag, took a small sip from a bottle of alcohol, and sprayed my mouth with breath freshener. That little drink gave me the courage to meet Sebastian’s eyes without backing down. Lol.