Wanted for Pleasure•Kylian Mbappé

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"Who are you texting?" Amir asks as he sits across me at the dinner table.

"A friend," I say.

"Just a friend?" He asks, saying the word friend in a different tone.

"Yes Amir, just a friend"

"Really? So why is it that every time I've seen you on your phone these past few weeks, you're blushing?"

"I can't help it if my friend is just really funny and makes me laugh all the time"

"Oh, I see. So you're saying that your friend is just so hilarious that you can't stop laughing for four weeks straight? That's some serious comedy gold" He says.

"What can I say? My friend's just really funny." I say returning the sarcasm

Amir isn't technically lying when he says I've been blushing more when I use my phone.

The last time I saw Kylian was at the brunch and that was four weeks ago, he's been busy lately so we haven't seen each other at all but we have texted and called a lot more too. I have never had my screen time be this high before, but for Kylian, I've found myself doing things I never thought I'd do.

For example, I didn't think I wanted a relationship until Kylian came into my life. I don't know what, but there's something about him that pulls me towards him.

As I am making my way back to my room, I get a text from him.

-Are you free tomorrow at 7?

-Yes, why?

-wanna come over to my place & watch a movie?

-are you asking me out on a date?

-yes...do you accept my invitation?

-wait let me think about it
-done thinking about it, I'll come but only if you have chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

-done!

-great see you then!
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*Knock, knock, knock.*

As I wait for Kylian to open the door, my heart races with anticipation. My palms are sweaty and I can feel my cheeks getting hot. I've never been to a guy's place before, let alone by myself.

The door creaks open and Kylian greets me with a warm smile.

"Hey, it's great to see you. Come on in!" he says, holding the door open for me. I step inside and take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The air smells like fresh laundry and cologne, and I can hear the sound of a TV playing in the background.

Kylian goes in for a hug, but I panic and just give him a fist bump. It's obviously a very awkward moment.

"Well, that was an interesting greeting. I'll try not to take it personally," he says, laughing and breaking the tension.

"I promise I'm not usually this awkward. Let's start over," I laugh as I lean in for a hug and he hugs me back. His arms feel warm and comforting, and I can feel my heart rate slowing down.

"You look amazing, by the way," he says as we stop hugging.

I laugh, "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself."