A nightmare from the past (Editing)

Chapter 11

Next morning.

The door to the boardinghouse opened and Heyes walked in followed by Curry. Their shirts were damp from sweat, clinging to their chests. Chyenne's eyes widened as she sat at the kitchen table, her gaze fastened at Heyes and his body. He certainly knew how to wear a pair of pants, and with the shirt clinging to his taut muscles and chest, she had to gasp quietly for air.

"I swear I'm out of thumbs" Curry said slumping down on the chair next to Chyenne's, displaying his thumbs to her.

She giggled softly at the sight of his thumbs.

"Did you hit anything besides them? " she asked smirking at him, taking his hands in hers, drawing them up to place one small kiss on each of the thumbs.

Looking as content as ever, he gave her a broad smile.

"Knowing the reward, I might hit more fingers from now on " he chuckled.

Heyes looked glumly at them, standing by the sink. Chyenne had gotten her beautiful face back, and her body was healing fast, and god knows he was aware of it. His whole being was aware of it.

He was also very much aware of the friendship developing between Kid and her, and he hated the fact that he was jealous of the Kid. To him these things came natural. He had some sort of natural magnetism that seemed to draw all types of women in his direction, or was it his good-hearted nature?

Anyway, Heyes felt himself tongue-tied in her presence, not a thing he is normaly used to. Being the man with the silver tongue it was down right scaring.

Chyenne stood up, bracing herself, trying not to seem to eager, as she stepped over to Heyes, looking him in the eye.

"Well, Heyes. Are you hurting anywhere?" she smiled a little,"I'll tend to it. "

For a moment he got completely lost in her green eyes, and time seemed to stop.

Hell yes! My lips are hurting really, really bad..he thought, as a small dimple showed while he shook his head slowly.

"No, Chy " he almost whispered, breathing in her scent, realizing she had taken a bath earlier, "I'll try and hit some fingers next time!"

Chyenne looked at him, a little stunned. He had called her Chy before and it had felt right at the time, now it felt even better. If she believed hard enough, it sounded almost like he cared for her. But she was still puzzled by his reaction towards her. She couldn't for her life figure out what she had done, to deserv such reaction. She thought she saw lust,want, and desire in his dark, almost black eyes, or was it something else? Could she be wrong?

She gave him an unsure smile back, turning to sit back at the table.

The second later she felt his hand grab her arm, turning her back to face him.

Curry watched, slightly amused, knowing that his friend and partner had fallen hard for Chyenne. Too hard in fact. What he saw, was a man fighting back his feelings so hard, it made him illogical.

Curry suspected his friend was beginning to crumble, in fact he knew he was, as he saw how he looked at her, almost consuming her with his eyes.

The tension in the kitchen as it was right now, had topped the scale, big time!

Chyenne found herself staring straight into his glowing, brown eyes. For a fraction of a second she was absolutely sure her heart stopped beating. She was also very aware of his firm grip around her arm. She felt woozy, she couldn't breath.

For Heyes it was different, he felt frustrated and mad. Why was she tempting him? She was, wasn't she? She obviously prefered the Kid's company, and not his. He stared at her, taking in the beautiful face, her scent, he leered at her body...the body of a goddess.