That kiss told me everything I needed to know

Becky’s POV

Kenneth's voice was the most tender and tempting thing I had ever heard. He had not even touched me, yet my whole body reacted. Was I dreaming? Was he really here, in my room, speaking to me like that?

To be sure I was not caught up in a fantasy, I gently pinched my lap. The light sting reminded me that this was real, he was here. He had chosen to come to me.

"I want you..." I whispered back, my heart racing. I saw him pause, waiting for my response, so I gave it freely. My words gave him the permission he was looking for.

Something inside me had pushed me to tell him my room number earlier. Deep down, I had imagined this moment even before the party started. I had lied to Sebastian, telling him I needed the night alone because of my period. He had tried to argue, but I stood my ground. I did not even know where that boldness had come from, maybe because he was stuck in a wheelchair and could not control things the way he used to. Or maybe I was just tired of pretending.

When Kenneth started undressing, I looked up at him. Even in the soft light, his body looked perfect, strong arms, firm chest, toned abs. I could not believe someone like him had come to me. His girlfriend, whoever she was, must be the luckiest woman on earth.

Then his attention turned to me. He slowly lifted my nightgown, and I let him. My heart was pounding as I watched his eyes scan my body, not with lust alone, but with admiration. It made me feel seen, beautiful, even.

He leaned in and kissed my neck gently, his tongue brushing over my skin like warm silk. I shivered. I had thought he would kiss my lips, but he stayed at my neck, making me tremble with every touch. Then, his face lowered to my chest, and he nuzzled between my breasts, making my toes curl with the sensation.

"I love the shape of your breasts," he murmured, his voice deep and low. He kissed and sucked on one, while his hand caressed the other. I bit my lip to keep quiet, but I could not hold it in. My soft moans filled the room, and I reached for his head, pressing him closer. I never wanted him to stop.

Suddenly, he pulled away and burst into laughter. I stared at him, breathless and confused.

"What?" I asked, still dazed by everything I was feeling.

"You nearly smothered me," he laughed. "You pressed my face so deep into your chest, I couldn’t breathe."

We both laughed, really laughed. It felt natural, like we had known each other for years. I had never felt so close to someone so quickly. There was something unexplainable between us, something that went beyond the physical.

In just two days, Kenneth had become someone I longed for, someone I might already be falling for. I could not lie to myself. There was no going back now.

Then, for the first time, he kissed me deeply. His lips claimed mine with both hunger and care. I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting the kiss to end. He kissed me like he had waited for it, like he had dreamed about it just like I had. When he sucked gently on my lower lip, I felt a warm ache in my chest.

And then, with a mix of laughter, passion, and emotion, we gave in to everything we had been holding back.

A few minutes later, Kenneth gently held my legs and parted them, exposing the most sensitive part of me. My body was already ready, soft, warm, and aching for him. He touched me gently, tracing around the entrance with his finger, making my clitoris throb with anticipation. Maybe he was checking if I was ready, or maybe he just wanted to feel me react to his touch. Either way, he was patient… careful… almost reverent.

Then, slowly, he entered me. I gasped, my mouth falling open as the fullness of him stretched into me. His movements were slow and controlled at first, and every motion sent a ripple of pleasure through my body. I moaned softly, whispering his name like it was a prayer. Words escaped my lips, some I knew, some I didn’t even recognise, but they all came from the deepest part of me. All I knew was how good he made me feel. Not just physically… but completely.

It wasn’t just sex. It was something more. Something real. Maybe he thought this would be our first and only night together. Maybe that’s why he was so passionate, so attentive, like he wanted to memorise every second of it. If it was, then Sebastian unknowingly handing me over to Kenneth was the best mistake he ever made.

I was thankful Sebastian’s hotel room was far from mine. Because if he had heard the way I called out Kenneth’s name, the way I asked for more without even thinking… he would’ve known everything.

After a while, I collapsed into Kenneth’s strong, warm embrace, my body spent, my soul strangely calm. I let sleep take me, safe in his arms.

But later in the night, I stirred. I felt Kenneth gently shifting his arm from under my head, trying not to wake me. Without thinking, I clung to him, afraid he might leave. I didn’t mean to send any message, but maybe my body had other plans. Because the moment I tightened my grip, he paused, and returned.

This time, he held my legs gently and raised them toward my chest, angling me just right. I felt the weight of him again, and his arousal pressed firmly against me. When he entered me again, it wasn’t slow and patient like before. It was deeper… rougher… needier.

The veins in his arms stood out as he held me, his strength visible in every motion. And though his pace was faster, his focus never left my face. It was like he was studying every reaction, learning me like a love song he couldn’t stop playing.

My body gave in completely. Every part of me softened under his touch. The pleasure returned like an electric, stronger, more powerful than before. I whispered his name again and again, my voice shaking with each thrust. And when his movements reached their peak and he finally let go, I had already drifted off once more, only faintly aware of his gentle kiss pressed to my forehead.

That kiss told me everything I needed to know. Even if morning changed everything, tonight, this night, belonged to us.

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Kenneth’s pov

I left Becky’s room early in the morning, trying not to wake her. My steps were quiet, careful… like I didn’t want to face what had just happened. As soon as I got to my hotel room, I jumped into the shower. The cold water didn’t wash away the guilt, but I hoped it would at least clear my head.

Before it was even 7 a.m., I was fully dressed, spraying body spray on my shirt, zipping up my bag, and ready to leave. I had driven my twin brother and his girlfriend to our parents' anniversary party, but now I couldn’t get out of the hotel fast enough.

Why did I sleep with my brother’s girlfriend?

Was it the alcohol? Was it the way she looked at me? Or was I just weak?

I didn’t have the answers. I just knew I had to leave.

I walked to Sebastian’s room and knocked on the door. It took a while before I heard his sleepy voice behind the door.

“Who’s there?”

“It’s me. Kenneth.”

A few seconds passed, then the door unlocked with a click.

“Come in,” he said.

I opened the door and saw him hobbling back to bed with his crutches. He looked surprised when he saw me all dressed, holding my bag.

“You’re leaving already?” he asked, sitting down.

“I have to get back to London,” I said.

“So early? Mum and Dad are still sleeping. You’re not going to say goodbye?” he asked, frowning a little. “I thought you’d drive us back first.”

“I’m sorry. I got an urgent call. My agency needs me for a meeting. I can’t miss it. I’ll call Mum and Dad later.”

Sebastian sighed. “Okay. I guess Becky will have to drive me home then.”

I gave a small nod, avoiding his eyes.

Silence settled between us. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t look up. I just stood there, trying to keep calm.

“Take care of yourself,” I finally said. “I’ll call you when I get there.”

I reached for the door, but then his voice stopped me.

“Wait, Kenneth. Just give me a few minutes. There’s something I need to tell you.”

I panicked. My hand was still on the door. I didn’t want to turn around.

“Can’t we talk over the phone?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“No,” he said, his voice firmer now. “This can’t wait.”

I slowly turned to face him, trying to stay calm, but my chest was tight. My fingers curled into a fist at my side. Sebastian looked straight into my eyes.

“Besides you, I asked another close friend at the party to watch over Becky,” he said. “Even told them her room number.”

I blinked, confused but trying not to show it.

“She means everything to me, Kenneth. If anything bad happened to her, I don’t know what I’d do.”

He took a step closer, his crutches squeaking on the floor.

“I know if I hadn’t broken my leg… some things last night would’ve been different,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. His words hung heavy between us.

I felt sick. Like he already knew.

“I never thought this would happen to me,” Sebastian said quietly. “But I need to say this before you leave.”

My heart was pounding. I turned my face away, afraid of what was coming.

Then he said it.

“Kenneth… tell me the truth.”