All Along

You

They said that in a best friend relationship, there isn't one person who does not have feelings for the other. I never believed that crap.

Not until today..

I was never a sweet person. I'm the type that says "you look crap" when you ask me how you look.

And never in my entire 22 years of breathing did I imagine to end up in this situation...

Zyron Mace Belfort. Kissing Me.

What. The. Hell..?

"Is that enough for you to back the heck out?" my best friend's baritone voice echoed my ears.

Wait, what?

Oh crap, I forgot Billy or Brandon or Bushy, whatever his name is, was still here. The guy who's been bothering me all night.

"Aight, sorry mate. My bad." He raised his hands up in the air while backing away. Seconds later, he disappeared from our sight.

"Are you okay, Zia?" Zyron fixed his gaze at me and his worried eyes met mine.

For a moment, I was left speechless. It was like my brain left me because I ran out of words to say. He's actually worried about me.

Of course he is, dumbass. He's your best friend.

"--about the kiss.."

Wait a dang minute. ZYRON KISSED ME!

"You kissed me." I finally muttered while slowly walking towards our place in a daze.

"I-- what?" He didn't hear me over the drop of the music.

I reached our table and sat down, which he followed, "You kissed me." I reiterated.

He sighed, "I know, Z. That's why I'm apologizing. He was challenging me and you know how much I like to prove people wro--"

"I know."

"What?"

This dumbass. Prove them wrong, alright.

I rolled my eyes and pulled him towards me. My lips crashing to his, my hands on his collar forming a fist. He was surprised for sure because I felt him stiffen up but soon relaxed and pushed me on the back rest of the lounge sofa.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you ruin a friendship.

Maybe it was the alcohol that got me to act so confident but whatever, I will regret everything tomorrow.

We were so engrossed in the moment that I didn't notice his hands were touching my waist down to my legs. His kisses becoming so passionate that I can't seem to get enough of it. I lay there accepting all the things he's doing to me. It feels so wrong but I can't seem to stop.

Damn, just how much liquor did I drank?

After what seems like a few minutes, we broke apart from each other, catching our breaths. He stared at my lips while I stared at his face and then to his eyes.

"I never knew you had the hots for me, Z." He said after awhile, smirking.

That stupid smirk. I knew I shouldn't have kissed him.

"I-I don't. This--" I tried to say something but he cuts me off.

"Well, too bad. Cause I do." And he proceeds to kiss me again, like it's gonna be his last. I wasn't even able to process the words he had said because of the way he's kissing me.

Delicious.. and addictive.

What I said was a lie though. Although I find him hot just now.

What the heck is wrong with me? Was this feeling here all along?