The Best Friend's Contract

Aidan

"We can do this. How hard can it be?" Kenna says as she takes another sip of her wine before closing the door behind us with her foot, leaving us all by ourselves in a suite. "We're both adults in this situation. We're not kids anymore," She continues to speak. "Exactly. I'm not doubting us in any way possible," I reply. My eyes wander around to look at her as she chuckles, showing off her perfectly straight teeth; knowing Kenna, the only way she would act like this is when she's drunk. She's never good in handling alcohol and that's maybe because she doesn't drink much in her past years.

She giggles which causes both of my eyebrows to furrow. Kenna would never giggle because she's just not that type. To my surprise, she starts to wrap her arms around my neck before pulling me closer as she leans her head back into laughters, "I mean... come on, Aidan. It's not like we haven't done this before we've been with different people. You've been with a lot of different people and you're very experienced," She runs her index finger across my cheek.

"Why, thank you, Kenna. Women do tend to compliment my skills," My lips curve up into a smile as we start to walk towards the middle of the suite. "I'm surprised to see you admit how experienced I am when it comes to things like this," I add, slowly.

With both of her blue eyes looking deeply into mine, "Don't bring up other women in front of me. Starting from now... I'll be one to judge," She smirks, cutely.

Most of the time, drunk women are very unpleasing to my sight but for some reason, Kenna's drunk state appears much more pleasing. The way her eyes glint with calmness as she shows her true self, it's something I don't mind seeing every day because she's much more at ease and stress-free than she has always been.

"Why is that?" My voice came out more like a whisper.

She glances down at my lips as she cups my face, causing myself to place both of my hands on her waist. "Do you see this ring on my finger? Till death do us part, baby." The words slip out of her mouth which causes both of us to laugh, uncontrollably as we let go of each other.

Her laughter seem to fill the silent room as she leans her head back and slowly letting herself drop onto the ground, running her fingers through her loosely curled hair. My body has somehow reduced the amount of stress from the sudden outburst of laughters, letting ourselves lay lose.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"We're terrible at role-playing. Oh my god," She continues to laugh as she places a hand on her cheek, feeling warmth radiating.

That's another fact about Kenna, whenever she's drunk or has too much to laugh about, her cheeks would warm up. She'll start to feel warmth radiating from her cheeks and they start to turn slightly red-it's one of the things that she hates about herself but I'm very fond of it. She thinks of it as... a flaw when I think of it as adorable.

"It's now or never. We have to do it," I say and she looks up at me, our eyes are staring deeply into one another. Just like that, I'm already slowly making my way towards her without breaking our gaze and as soon as I'm close enough, I let our faces remain inches apart. "I'm asking you again... do you want this?" I ask, my eyes glancing down at her lips as they pucker to the front before curving up into a smile. "Do you really want this? There's no turning back from what we're going to do," I add, leaning closer and closer near her neck. She purposely brush her nose against mine, "What's the point of waiting, anyway? Sooner or later, it's going to happen. It might as well happen now," She whispers, pulling onto my tie.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" We say in unison and our eyes widen at the result before looking down at our hands. The result shows it clear... the winner is me. Kenna was defeated by a pair of scissors as she was a piece of paper which causes her to groan and running towards the bed in which I quickly catch up, not wanting her to reach it before me.

"No!" She exclaims as she bumps onto the nearest sofa which causes her to groan in pain while I make my run straight towards the bed, jumping up and letting my body fall before letting out a breath of relief.

"Victory is mine!" I grin, watching her making her way towards me as she continues to pant. She has her left hand on her waist while the other starts to rub onto her thigh which had received the impact from bumping onto the sofa. "You can sleep on the couch," I pretend to flip my hair which causes her to roll her eyes, in annoyance.

"Are you seriously making me sleep on the couch? Aidan, it's too hard." She leans her body forward towards the bed as she pouts, trying to make me feel a slight sympathy for her but I just feel the sweet success of claiming the bed as mine.

You see, what exactly happened is that, we made a deal. Whoever wins a round of rock, paper, scissors would get to sleep on the bed while the loser has to sleep on the floor or on the couch. Believe it or not, she was the one who suggested the game because she said it'd be a lot more fair if we do it that way. Now, she's trying to make me let her take the bed.

The grin never fades away from my face as I lay back on the soft mattress, letting myself let out a deep sigh. My arms spread wide-pretending to make a snow angel while Kenna stands with envy in her eyes, staring at me.

"Don't blame me. You suggested the game," I sit up straight, crossing my legs. Then, both of my eyes are following her as she circles the bed with her lips pouted. "To be fair, you have to sleep on the couch. You can't just persuade me to let us exchange places," I frown.

"But, I'm your wife." She pouts again,

trying to grab my hand but I've already pulled away which causes

her to groan. "We're equals. Besides, you're a gentleman and a gentleman should never let a woman sleep on the couch... it's very uncomfortable. What if my back hurts?" Her eyes are going wide, trying to make those puppy eyes in order to make me give in.

Letting out a deep sigh, "I vowed to help you in your dreams and desires. Not to consider whether I should let you take the bed or not," I reply.

"But... my dream is to sleep on the bed. My desire is to sleep on the bed," Her lips curve up into a smile before poking onto my arm, making me flinch as she continues to do for a few more times, "Fine. I'll just take the couch," She breathes out, her head low as she walks.

My eyes remain onto her body as she takes slow steps towards the sofa, giving me time to actually reconsider. She glances at my direction for a few seconds before playing with the tips of her fingers, trying to make herself seem utterly cute... undeniably is currently working.

"Okay," I mutter under my breath but

loud enough for her to hear which causes her to turn and look at me with hope in her eyes, letting me sigh. "You can take the bed and just take the couch... how does that sound?" I ask, pulling my body away from the bed and slowly making my way towards the couch as I see her immediately jumping in joy onto the bed, holding tightly onto one of the pillows.

"You're making me happiest woman, alive!" She chuckles. Yeah, I'm sure your mother would be very happy, too.

"I'm going to take a shower," I say without turning to look at her before slowly untying my tie and placing it onto the nearest coffee table. Then, unbutton my shirt, leaving my body bare and clearly seen by Kenna but it's not like she hasn't seen me shirtless before. As soon as turn, I see her quickly looking away, holding her hand up to cover her sight which causes me to let out a breathy chuckle.

The warm water has never failed to ease me or calm me down. There's just something about the temperature that would cause my body to relax and prepare myself for a deep sleep. After cleansing my face and scrub off all the dirt on my body from sweating, I dry my hair and body with the towel before changing into a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants.