Chapter Twenty-Nine - Overreacting.

Paxton

It had been a good day with Kenna, but I had been hiding in my room since we arrived home. The little moment in the dress shop, the way I was in complete awe of her and how I kissed her forehead made me freak out. It was too much of a couple moment for me and we are not a couple. It shouldn’t be getting to me as much. I got caught up in the moment; there isn’t anything wrong with that. I am human, after all. I can’t hide up here for the rest of the day and avoid her.

I don’t know if she is in her room or downstairs. I am not even doing anything, lying in my bed, messing with my cell. I sigh and decide to be an adult. I hesitantly pull my ass out of bed and head downstairs. I can’t see Kenna anywhere inside. I check outside and find her swimming lengths. I should have known she would have been in the pool. I slip my shoes off and sit at the edge of the pool, my feet in the water. Kenna doesn’t seem to realise I am here and continues her swim.

When she finally comes up for a breath, she spots me. I smile at her, but she doesn’t seem to smile back. Shit, she is mad at me. She climbs out of the pool and comes towards me because her towel is behind me.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hi.” She replies and walks away and into the house.

I sigh because she is definitely mad at me. I groan and follow her inside. She is making a fresh pot of coffee.

“Kenna, are you mad at me?” I ask.

“Oh, so you are talking to me. There was me thinking I had become invisible to you.”

Every word drips with sarcasm.

“Of course, I am talking to you,” I reply.

Kenna turns to face me, “You have ignored me for two hours. We came home, and you disappeared upstairs without saying a single word. What did you expect me to think?”

I sigh again and run my fingers through my hair, “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It is fine. You can do whatever you please.” She shrugs.
She pours herself some coffee and heads upstairs to her bedroom. Great! She doesn’t want to let me explain. I am an idiot. I could have handled it better. I ran upstairs after her and walked into her room without knocking. She has a towel around her, taking her swimsuit underneath off.

“You couldn’t have knocked?”

I shake my head, “No, because you would have told me to go away.”

“Yes, I would have. What do you want?”

I stroll over to sit on the edge of her bed, “To say sorry and talk.”

She hides behind her closet door to change into some clothes. She climbs onto her bed, and I crawl up to kneel before her. She lifts her head to look at me.

“What happened, Paxton? You have been acting weird since the dress shop. Then you didn’t say a word to me for two hours.” She says softly.

How do I explain to her what happened? I need to work it out because if I don’t, she will continue to be annoyed at me.

“I don’t know. What happened in the dress shop freaked me out.” I answer honestly.

“Why? It wasn’t like it was anything serious.” She asks, confused.

“You don’t think that moment was different between us?” I ask.

She shakes her head, “No, not really. I think you are overthinking for nothing.” She says with a shrug.

It would seem like it was just me who was bothered by it then. It didn’t mean anything to her. I should have known I was being paranoid.

“Yeah, maybe,” I say.

She smiles and nods, “Now, will you stop worrying and ignoring me? It is nice to ignore someone, Paxton, for no reason.” She sighs.

“Yes, I will stop. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, dimples.” I say softly and caress her cheek.

She closes her eyes and moves into my touch. The same uneasy feeling from earlier takes over me again when she does. I fight against it, though. I don’t want to pull away or repeat something stupid and upset her. Instead, I take the opportunity and press my lips to hers. It helps eliminate any other thoughts, even for a moment.

Kenna doesn’t seem to have any issues and happily kisses back. I smile and part from the kiss.

“Did you hang your dress up?” I ask.

She really did look incredible in it. It is going to be hard for me not to look at her or touch her at the event, but I won’t have a choice. Not only because Carter will be there but the media and all the other guests. It would be evident something was happening between us.

“Yes, I did.” She smiles.

“You really are going to look so beautiful in it,” I reply.

Kenna blushes, “Thank you.”

I chuckle at her blushing. She is always blushing around me.

“I am sure you are going to look very handsome in your suit.” She says and prods my nose.

“I am not sure what I am wearing yet. I have yet to decide.”

“I am sure whatever you show up on you will make everyone swoon over you.” She snickers.

“You know, the entire world isn’t in love with me.” I laugh.

“Hmm, I believe that is debatable. I see all the thirst traps online.” She teases.

I playfully roll my eyes and kiss her to stop her from talking. It works. She slips her arms around my neck, kissing back. She lies down and brings me down on top of her, her legs around my waist, pressing against my ass to make sure I am closer.

I groan as my cock stirs to life. I back away from her lips and dip my head to kiss her neck, “Mmm, do we have time?”

She whimpers and entangles her fingers into my hair, “Yes. Carter won’t be back for a couple of hours at least.”

“Well, we should really make use of those couple of hours, shouldn’t we?” I mumble against the skin of her neck.

Her head tilts back, and she moans loudly. I will take it as a yes. I will make the most of our free time where neither of us needs to be quiet. I prefer to hear her screaming for me rather than having to worry about being heard. Why won’t I want to take advantage of that?