She plopped her body on the sofa in Kyle's baggie shirt. He settles next to her and draws her against his chest. He places tiny kisses on her neck. She rests her head on his chest, still, all loved up to him.
She peers at him, noticing his strong jawline that shapes his face, exposing his well proportioned facial features. Can he be hers forever? She thought to herself.
"You know, I love you, right?" His voice is soft and his hand is caressing her arm.
"But...the relation part" She stutters with a gaze on her feet.
She can't stare at him with this topic, her heart is yearning for a good answer while she already knows the answer.
"Amy...You want to know about our relation?" He swerves his body and sits upright facing her.
He clasps her face in his hands and gape at her with a passionate gaze. Their eyes locked for a moment. She averts her gaze to allow him to be able to talk.
"Okay...Uhm..." He pauses to gasp for air. "We are not related, but related"
"Be clear with me" She stares at him with a baffled expression. Her eyes are wandering desperately for an answer.
"Amy...We are not blood-related. Our Families are close allies.." He lets a sly smile.
She can see that his statement is true but he is also hiding something.
"Is that all? Why did my brother call you uncle?" She pierces his gaze with her gapes.
He heaves a heavy sigh and let his huge body plops on the sofa. "Because that is how I was introduced to your brother. Honestly, our relation is distant. My brother is sorta brothers with your father" He pauses when he realises that her face is turning pale. "We are of different names and clans. The existing relation between us is not a barrier" He glances at her waiting for her reaction.
She gazes at him. This is not the answer she needed to hear. She needed to hear that they were not related. She was hopeful that her brother was wrong. But she should have known better, her brother takes his words as honour and pride.
She wants to love him, be with him; but she can't do that when he is her uncle or grandpa, whatever that he is supposed to be to her. Grandpa is just the worse. She creases her forehead and glance at him.
"Amy..." His words pulled her from her thoughtful trance.
"My grandpa is hot" She chuckles awkwardly
He gazes at her with wariness. Her statement didn't settle well when it fell on his ears. It disturbed him. He sits upright and reaches for her hands, and he holds them.
"I am still the same...Kyle" He gapes at her desperately, to convince her that their relation ties that they share can't be perceived as a barrier to their love union.
"I know..." She smiles warmly
Her warm smile tears him apart because he knows behind that beautiful warm smile that makes him feel fuzzy, there's a lot of hesitation, which is a threat to this love.
"Kyle..." Her voice is soft and sincere
"Tell me good news...I can not stand you deciding to leave me" He averts his gaze and glared at the sidewalls of the lounge room, to hide the glasses in his eyes.
"Our relationship creates a conflict within me, and I value my peace more than anything. I always thought that the love I will get will be peaceful..." She pauses to hold back the emotions making her feel vulnerable.
"My love for you is not peaceful?" He rehearses the words without showing attachment to the words. He looked like life was slipping out of his body.
"Surprisingly it does, but the whole family relation thing is a problem for me" She gets up and starts pacing slowly rubbing the chills on her arms.
"Why do you care so much about that?" He rests his back against the sofa lazily and gazes at her with a thoughtful gaze.
"Because...I want to get married and I won't get my family's blessings" She blurts the words out then bit the lower inner part of her lip in the realisation of her words. She feels naked for blurting out the words out like that. She does not want to scare him away, but he has to know she is an intentional person.
He burst a loud chuckle that echoed with the room and finishes his laughs in soft giggles. She stopped pacing and glanced at him with painful eyes.
"Is it funny?" Her heart is torn. Of course, he is not the type that believes in marriage. She would not be surprised if he says he is into polyamorous relationships.
"When you look at me, what do you see?" His stares meet mine with eagerness and a soft touch.
"A man," She blurted the words out of her mouth, still hurt a bit by his reaction to her words.
"Just a man?" His eyes were anxious and searching hers for an answer.
"A man I love" Her voice was now soft and gentle.
He lets out a secret smile. He is glad that she said that, at least they feel the same way.
"But can I be with this man I love?" She asks with sadness filling her eyes.
"Yes, you can. This man wants to be with you" His lips curl up to a sincere smile.
"Is it possible? For us?" Her eyes were desperate and look hopeless.
"Yes, anything is possible as long you believe and fight for what you love. And I love you, so I am not willing to let you go" He glances at her, he can see her passion but it is overwhelmed by fear.
His phone starts ringing and he picks it up from the table a few metres away.
"Amy...let me take this call" He walks away then he stops. He turns to gaze at her. He slowly strides back to her standing position.
"I love you and I want you to be mine forever" He holds her hand and places a passionate peck on her ring finger. He gazes up at her while lifting his head with a soft gaze. His lips curl into a lopsided line smile. His eyes flickered with passion.
His gaze made her feel feeble and she could not resist the effect it was having on her. She returned the affection with a soft and shy smile. His lips tear a grin and he turned away and strode out of the room talking to the phone.
She watches him strides away in confidence while murmuring something on the phone. He is a focused man, he is decisive. That is what she loves about him. He is intentional and sincere in his actions. But is it enough? Is it worth the fight? She wishes that they met in another world, ugh! It would not make any difference, she is from another world living in another world. She wishes they met in another life. That is better.
She thrashes her sudden light and fuzzy feeling body on the sofa. She sighs in relief and smile at the recallment of the affectionate act that Kyle just expressed to her.
Isn't he sweet and affectionate? She would love to experience this side of him.