Chapter 2 2

"Mum! Dad! Come on! Get a room!" I exclaim in horror having walked in on them making out in the kitchen.

There stood my father, between his wife's legs while she sat on the counter of the kitchen island. Laughing like two teenagers, I watched as my parents slowly stopped kissing to look over at me.

"How was your pool party today hun? Where's your brother and Zayn?" my mother asked while trying to stifle a giggle as her husband's lips moved to her neck.

Cringing slightly at the scene before me, I tried my best not to look at them while walking towards the fridge. Quickly surveying my options, I grabbed a few things for a quick midnight snack. I could feel my face burn at the sounds of pleasure my mother was clearly trying to stifle.

This was not the first time that I caught my parents like this. I was just grateful that they had their clothes on at least.

"The party was good; Thing 1 and Thing 2 are upstairs playing video games." I replied, while placing the items on the counter before asking, "How was Paris?"

My mother swatted at my father's hand while he attempted to reach for her right buttock, "It was good, but we'll tell you all about it in the morning."

Raising his head to look at me, my father had this big grin as he picked my mother off the counter, "Yeah cupcake, see you in the morning!"

I listened to my mother squeal and watched her cling to my father tightly as he lifted her effortlessly. The look that they gave each other said it all before they laughed and all but ran towards the hallway that led to their bedroom.

The skin of my cheeks got even more heated as I knew what they were about to do.

As embarrassing as they could be, the love that my parents had for each other was something that everyone around them admired. I myself hoped to be able to find such a love and be lucky enough to marry the man of my dreams one day.

Humming softly to myself, I began making a panini sandwich when I suddenly felt strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against a hard chest.

"That looks really good..." Zayn's smooth voice greeted my ear while he nuzzled the skin of my neck.

Doing my best to remain calm, I bit my inner cheek to stop myself from moaning at his touch.

Zayn had always been handsy with me, especially whenever we were play fighting or just hanging out. He would always touch me in some way, shape or form. Whether he was hugging me, playing with my hair or just holding my hand. Once we were close to each other, we were usually attached at the hip, so to speak.

This had never been a problem.

Oh no, the problem began when I stopped seeing him as just my silly best friend, but as a male, and a sexy one at that. One whose touch was arousing and had made me feel things that I never had before.

I thought back to when I had first acknowledged my feelings for Zayn.

We were thirteen and he was dating Sarah Williams at the time, and I must confess that while I was happy for him, it had hurt my heart. I felt like a hot spear had pierced my chest. It was as though I was dying, and as I watched them eating ice-cream together, I asked myself what now.

I had been over it in a week, or at least that is what I told myself.

Obviously, since I was pinning over him years later, it was clear that I was not over Zayn. In fact, I was madly in love with him! He is my first love.

As I continued to enjoy being in his arms, he asked, "What are you making, Chipmunk?"

It had been his annoying nickname for me ever since we were children, because I had very large cheeks. My face grew into them, thankfully, but they were still a handful to pinch, which he took great pleasure in doing whenever he could.

At first, I had hated the name. But, over the years, I grew to like it and the numerous variations of it.

When his hands began to move under my pyjama top to play with my skin, a shiver passed through me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

It was then that I realised that I needed to answer him so I replied, "I'm just making a Venetian Panino."

"Oh! With shredded Gruyere cheese and sliced Turkey?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes..." I said while doing my best to ignore his fingers before asking, "Would you like one?"

"Only if you promise to feed it to me," Zayn grinned as he tightened his arms around me.

Laughing softly at his silly antics, I commented, "Well I kind of need my body if I'm to finish making these sandwiches."

"Come on Chipz, you've cooked with me hugging you from behind before, what's different this time?" he asked, while purposefully making his voice sound whiney.

A part of me wanted to tell him the difference was that I loved him and his hand under my top was doing crazy things to my body. But of course, I was too much of a coward to ever say such a thing, so I went with the other option.

"No difference, it's just you know sometimes I can be ticklish and I don't want to accidentally burn myself," I said as convincingly as I could.

He moved his hands a bit higher up my torso; I held my breath as the back of his hand grazed the underside of my breast. Of course, since I was in my pyjamas, I was not wearing a bra, and my nipples instantly got hard. I was so grateful in that moment to have my back against him.

His hands did not move any higher, as his fingers glided over the indent of my waist. I could feel my stomach begin to tighten while my skin tingled at the lightly annoying sensation that started crawling up my sides.

My hands immediately rested on top of his to try and halt his movements while I exclaimed with a laugh and squirmed, "Zayn! Please don't tickle me!"

He chuckled softly and stilled his fingers once more, "Okay I'll stop, but I don't want to let go, you're so cuddly."

"Are you calling me fat?" I frowned, my lips pressing into a thin line.

I swore that I heard him growl before he suddenly pulled me even tighter against him. The feel of his muscular thighs pressing against my behind caused me to sigh softly.

"You know that you're not fat, I love your curves..." Zayn's voice trailed off as he buried his face in my neck, clearly enjoying the vanilla-scented cream that I wore.

"Uh huh," I mumbled.

Biting my bottom lip, I did my best to try and not let my insecurities take over while my body was pressed against him. Just as I could feel every hard outline of his muscles, I knew that he could feel my curves.

"Would I pretend to be your boyfriend if I thought you were fat?" Zany asked as I felt him smile.

Letting out a fake gasp, I stamped my foot on his, "Such a pig! And here I thought you were doing it to help keep the creeps away while at the mall!"

"Ow Chippy! I was just kidding!" He then moved to nuzzle his face against mine, the short stubble on his jaw tickling me slightly before he added, "You're not fat, how many times have I told you that you're perfect?"

Biting my lips once more, I remained quiet for a few seconds before answering, "You're my best friend, you're supposed to say nice things."

"Agreed, but I'm also obligated to be honest, and I would never lie to you, I love you..." Zayn then kissed along the side of my jaw a few times before he resumed nuzzling me.

"I love you too Z..."

My response was immediate and I hated the husky way that my voice sounded. With his lips upon my skin, my eyes involuntarily closed.

I wished that he loved me the way that I loved him. But the fact that he loved me like family was definitely good enough for me, as I knew that he would always be there for me.

We stood in silence for a while before I realised that I needed to put some distance between us.

"As much as I enjoy our little hug sessions, I need to finish these sandwiches," I said and gently squeezed his hands in mine so that he could let me go.

Grumbling under his breath, he reluctantly released me and went to get some plates. He sat by the kitchen island and watched me like a hawk while I made our sandwiches then placed them on the panini press.

My eyes remained focused on the counter in front of me, doing my best not to look over to him.

Zayn only wore long pyjama pants, and from the corner of my eye, I snuck glances at his exposed muscular chest before my eyes lowered to the imprint of his crotch against the dark material. My finger tapped rapidly against the counter as I shook my head, willing my thoughts to go to less perverted images.

I knew that he was looking at me, for I could feel his heated gaze travelling over my body. I was wearing black cotton shorts with a matching tank top. As I felt his eyes linger on my chest, my nipples hardened even more and I silently scolded my body.

Traitor!

Zayn cleared his throat and I glanced over to see him shifting in his seat. He had this look in his eyes and I was not sure what to make of it.

Since I had feelings for him, I was never certain if I was imprinting my own desires on the situation and seeing things as I wanted them to be and not what they really were.

Was he checking me out? Or was he just being his usual overly observing self.

The timer on the panini press pulled me back to reality and I was glad to preoccupy my mind with something other than thoughts of the sexy male a few feet away from me. Walking over with the plates in his hand, I placed our sandwiches on them and grabbed us some bottled waters as we sat at the kitchen island.

"You want to watch a movie after?" he suddenly asked.

As I stared up into his beautiful eyes, I felt my heartbeat increase, "You're not going back upstairs to play games with Kamdyn?"

"Nah! I've been with him for most of the day, you know I need to get my daily Chipmunk fix!" Zayn replied, flashing me a smile before saying, "Besides, we have not really had any quality time together since before exams, studying together doesn't count."

It had indeed been a few weeks since we sat down just the two of us and had one of our movie marathons. So, with a shake of my head and a big smile, I quickly agreed.

After feeding each other, we went back upstairs to brush our teeth and grab some blankets before meeting back in the media room. This had always been one of my favourite rooms in the house as it was so cosy, with low lighting and large plush couches.

I wish I could tell Zayn that I liked him, but I was afraid that he did not feel the same way. The thought of losing what we had scared me. I would rather remain like this, as best friends, than risk telling him my feelings and making things awkward.

Cuddling up next to each other, we settled on a horror film and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, a small smile on my face.

They say you are blessed if you can get even one good friend in your life. I was more than lucky; I had a handful of amazing friends and two extra special people in my life, in the form of my twin brother Kamdyn and Zayn.

I definitely did not want anything to come between our friendship, so I planned to keep my feelings a secret.

What we had right now was definitely better than nothing.