Chapter 7 Cyrus

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• Cyrus stood up from the couch with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in his bones. Despite his efforts, sleep had eluded him for most of the night, the relentless thumping of music keeping his mind awake.
• Turning his gaze to Selena, who was still peacefully asleep, he couldn't help but linger for a moment. She looked so serene in her slumber, her features softened by the gentle light filtering through the curtains.
• But as quickly as the thought came, Cyrus pushed it away. He needed to stay away from her, to keep his distance and avoid doing something he might regret. After all, she was Ezra's sister, and Cyrus knew his best friend wouldn't take kindly if he found out that he was sexually attracted to his sister.
• With a final, longing glance at Selena, Cyrus quietly opened the door, careful not to disturb her, before slipping out of the room. Making his way to the kitchen, he found Ezra sitting at the table, a bottle of beer in hand.
• "Thought you went home already" Ezra remarked, his voice tinged with surprise as he glanced up from his drink.
• Cyrus shook his head,taking a seat beside Ezra, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Nah, couldn't sleep," he replied, stifling a yawn.
• Ezra nodded, taking another sip of his drink. "Yeah, I get that," he said, his gaze fixed on the bottle in his hands.
• Cyrus glanced around the kitchen, noticing the emptiness of the room. "Hey, why didn't you tell me Selena was gonna be around?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
• Ezra sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry, man, I meant to," he admitted. "I guess I forgot."
• Cyrus raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression. "Forgot? Since when do you forget things?" he teased.
• Ezra chuckled, a sheepish grin crossing his face. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he replied. "I guess I've just had a lot on my mind lately."
• Cyrus nodded in understanding, leaning back against the counter. "No worries," he said. "Just thought it was kinda strange, seeing her here all of a sudden."
• Ezra's expression softened, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Yeah, I get that," he said, his voice gentle. "But hey, I'm glad you were there. At least I knew my sister was safe from any drunks."
• Cyrus smiled, feeling grateful for Ezra's concern. "Yeah, she seemed pretty tired," he agreed. "But don't worry, I kept an eye on her."
• Ezra nodded, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "Thanks, man," he said, clapping Cyrus on the shoulder. "I appreciate it."
• "The house is messy," Cyrus observed, casting a critical eye around the room.
• "Yeah, the disadvantages of throwing a party, but I'll pay some people to clean it up," Ezra replied, acknowledging the chaos with a resigned shrug.
• "I'll make breakfast," Cyrus offered, knowing that the maid had been sent home the previous day in preparation for the party.
• "Cool, my sister is bad at that," Ezra remarked with a chuckle, prompting Cyrus to laugh as he made his way towards the stove, already contemplating what to whip up for breakfast.
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• ~~SELENA~~
• I woke up to the soft rays of morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, stretching my arms above my head as I yawned groggily. As my sleep-induced haze began to lift, a sudden realization jolted me awake - Cyrus.
• My eyes widened as I sat up, scanning the room in a panicked frenzy. Was he still here? Had he left already? The uncertainty gnawed at my insides, my heart racing with a mix of anxiety and curiosity.
• A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized he wasn't in the room. But even as I exhaled, a nagging sense of unease lingered. Where was he? And why did I feel compelled to find him?
• Swinging my legs over the edge of my bed, I planted my feet on the floor, the coolness of the hardwood beneath me grounding me in the present moment. With determined steps, I made my way through the house, each footfall echoing my growing apprehension.
• Entering the kitchen, I found myself scanning the room, searching for any sign of him. But as I stood there, the emptiness of the space only heightened my sense of unease. Where had he gone?
• My eyes suddenly fixated on a figure in the kitchen, retrieving something from the fridge before heading towards the stove.
• Cyrus. Cooking?
• A wave of frustration washed over me. It was just another reason why he seemed so unattainable. He knew how to cook, while I struggled to boil water. He was perfect. Too perfect for someone like me.
• I leaned against the wall, watching him silently as he moved with practiced ease around the kitchen. The apron draped over his frame accentuated his figure perfectly, and I couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he wore it.
• Every movement he made seemed to emphasize the strength and grace of his physique, sending a jolt of awareness coursing through me. The way his muscles flexed with each motion left me feeling weak-kneed and breathless. He was mesmerizing, in every sense of the word.
• As he stirred the contents of the pot on the stove, a faint aroma wafted through the air, teasing my senses and igniting a hunger I hadn't realized I had. It was a scent I associated with comfort, with home, and with him.
• Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice when Cyrus turned to face me, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. There was something in his gaze, something I couldn't quite decipher, but it held me captive nonetheless.
• "Hey," he said, breaking the silence between us. His voice was warm, inviting, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
• "Hey," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
• He smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that sent my pulse racing even faster. "Hungry?"
• I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
• "Good," he said, stepping closer until there was barely any space between us. "Because Breakfast's almost ready."
• "You wanna taste it?" Cyrus's voice broke through my reverie, bringing the plate of waffles in front of me.
• " yh-yh" I stammered, feeling a sudden surge of nervousness as I reached for the waffles. Bringing a bite to my lips, the taste exploded on my tongue, sending waves of pleasure through my senses.
• A soft moan escaped my lips, involuntary and unrestrained, as I savored the delectable sweetness of the waffles. Each bite was a symphony of flavor, surpassing any waffle I had ever tasted before.
• When I opened my eyes, Cyrus was watching me intently, his gaze locked with mine. I tried to look away, but his hand gently held my face in place, refusing to let me break our connection.
• It felt like a dream, the way he looked at me, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine.
• "I like it," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper, but Cyrus didn't release me. Instead, his thumb brushed against the corner of my lips, and I felt a surge of panic, wondering if I had made a mess.
• Before I could react, his tongue darted out, tracing the edge of my lips, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I froze, the warmth of his tongue against my skin leaving me breathless.
• In that fleeting moment, I wished it was my lips instead, craving the intimacy of his touch in a way that both excited and terrified me.
• "It's all gone now," he murmured, his voice low and husky, before smirking and walking away, leaving me stunned and speechless in the kitchen.
• Oh damn.
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• "Breath in and out," I whispered to myself, trying to steady my racing heart. It felt like a dream, something so surreal that I had to pinch myself multiple times just to confirm that it was real and not a figment of my imagination. He actually did use his tongue to touch the corner of my lips.
• With a shaky exhale, I realized I hadn't even had my bath yet. I rushed into the bathroom, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. There it was, the spot where his lips had touched mine, leaving behind a tingling sensation that lingered even now.
• I couldn't help but smile as I traced the corner of my lips with my fingertips, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. If only I could leave it there forever, a reminder of the unexpected intimacy we shared.
• But reality called, and with a sigh, I reluctantly washed my face, the memory of his touch still fresh in my mind. With a renewed sense of energy, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away any lingering traces of doubt or uncertainty.
• I had a whole day ahead of me, and I was determined to make the most of it, armed with the memory of that electrifying moment in the kitchen.
• TBC