Not Over You
This is a companion piece to my other Skyle drabble series called "What if I Never Get Over You?" That is more Summer's POV on things, while this story is about Kyle's POV. I hope you will give both stories a chance. Thanks for reading. I love comments and suggestions, so fire away! P.S. This first chapter is a look back at how the affair got started!
A: Awakened
Blame it on the Molly.
Drugged and dreamy-eyed at the Grand Phoenix opening, Summer could have easily kissed the waiter or the urn with the tall stalks of iris, but she didn't. Her lips found their way to Kyle's, awakening feelings that were better left dormant.
xoxoxo
Worried about Summer after her delirious escapade at the party, he'd felt the need to check on her the following morning. His timing was perfect. When he pulled up in front of the house, Nick was already driving away.
Summer wasn't surprised to see him. A little embarrassed, though, maybe. A pretty pink flush tinged her cheeks.
She made coffee (it was awful), and they sat on the sofa and chatted for a while. Nothing earth-shattering was said, almost as if they were purposefully avoiding any topics that could lead to dangerous places. Air charged with energy and possibilities, their bantering was fun and familiar as always.
Things should have stayed simple; on the surface, but he is an Abbott; she, a Newman. Causing chaos is a way of life.
Xoxoxo
He wasn't surprised they ended up having sex, her legs locked around his waist, her snug heat clamped down on his cock, her screams of "Kyle! Oh fuck, Kyle!" tickling his ears. Maybe he was even expecting it when he came over.
xoxoxo
There was no justification for hurting Lola like this. She was everything right in the world, and she trusted him, loved him. Finding out the truth would destroy her. Theo would probably be upset too. Not that Kyle cared about Theo's feelings. He'd be the first one to say fuck Theo's feelings. But Summer cared about the asshole, for whatever reason.
There were two other people's feelings to consider here, and yet for a moment, Kyle had the insane idea to toss everything and everyone aside, if it meant he could be with Summer again.
xoxoxo
Veins humming with desire and determination, Kyle tried to catch her eye.
"Summer, we have to talk."
Summer didn't look at him. "You need to go," she said. "My dad will kill you if he finds you here."
"I'm not scared of Nick."
"You should be."
"We need to clear the air, Summer."
"There's nothing to say. What happened was a fluke, a moment of insanity. You know we can never tell anyone about this."
Like a bucket of ice water turned over his head, her words jerked him back to reality. What had he been thinking? Why would he toss everything aside for Summer when she always got bored with him so quickly?
He nodded. "Fine. I'll go."
After yanking on his clothes, he strode to the door. He looked back once to see Summer watching him under dewy eyelashes.
"This can never happen again," they agreed in unison.
Famous last words.