The Devil's Sweetheart

The incident with Landon that happened three days ago brought Kyle and Kurt a lot closer. Concerned about her safety, Kurt offered to stay at his house, but Kyle refused, not that she was scared or didn\'t want to live with him under the same roof, but the drunken kiss had left a greater impact on her.

To her surprise, Kurt offered himself to stay in her house. Kyle wondered whether the Kurt she is seeing is the actual Kurt or his doppelganger. \'\'Are you sure you want to stay here?\'\'

\'\'Of course.\'\' He said with certainty. He has made up his mind already.

\'\'I will be fine, Kurt.\'\' Kyle said, picking a bowl from the wooden cabinet to make coffee. \'\'You don\'t need to take up the job of babysitting me.\'\'

\'\'I have pushed you into this mess. So, I have to make sure you are safe.\'\' Kurt snatched the bowl from her hands and put it back inside the cabinet. \'\'No coffee. It\'s dinner time.\'\' He rebuked her. Keeping her safe would be the fairest reason he has come up to stay close to her without sounding obvious.

\'\'Can\'t you keep your punctuality aside for a day? No wonder a girl never approached you.\'\' She teased to annoy him. Her words made Kurt halt his actions. He put aside the mushroom bowl he was washing and approached Kyle when his brain reminded him of the giant\'s words about the girl\'s preferences. \'\'Can I ask you a question?\'\' Upon hearing Kyle\'s yes, he posed. \'\'What kind of person do you like?\'\'

\'\'What?\'\' His words confused like a twist of a creeper. Is he asking about her preferences? She had never seen or heard him talking about such kind of stuff with anyone.

\'\'I..I mean..It\'s like this...one of my colleague\'s girlfriend broke up with him because her father doesn\'t want his daughter to marry a man whose life is involved with dangers. Poor fellow cried days nights after the breakup. I am sharing with you because you are my friend.\'\' Kurt made up a story with a mixture of the giant\'s conversation and his own ideas. Internally he patted himself for coming up with such a high-grade story. He eagerly looked up at Kyle, waiting to know her share of thoughts. \'\'What do you think about him?\'\'

\'\'Sad for him! But if the girl had truly loved him, she would have found all the ways to convince her dad and marry her boyfriend. Besides, being an FBI is cool. I love that profession.\'\' Her last sentence was barely a whisper, but Kurt caught it perfectly.

So, she doesn\'t think like other girls. She likes his job, which means, does she like him as well? Something strange started to rage inside Kurt. His gaze searched her face keenly. Her round eyes, her perfect brows, finally his gaze landed on her lips. Without his conscience, his legs closed the scant space between them. He raised his hand to her face and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. Her heart beat faster and faster at the cold touch of his finger. But her mind was romping with her dangerously.

The day he experienced the drunken kiss, Kurt longed to touch these tender, soft petals. Addicted to her scent, she pulled him towards her like a moth. Caging her, he leaned forward to her trembling lips.

Right at the moment, a loud buzz interrupted their moment. Moving out of her trance, Kyle backed off. \'\'I_I it\'s my mobile ring. I have to take this call.\'\' She grabbed the call and fled out of the room without waiting for Kurt\'s response.

\'\'What did I do?\'\' Kurt muttered, running a hand through his hair. Her presence would make him forget the world. \'\'How will she react when she sees me at the dinner?\'\' Brushing the thoughts aside, Kurt made dinner and set them on the table. An hour passed, Kyle didnot come out of the bedroom. Kurt was about to knock on the bedroom door, the door opened before that.

A moment of awkward silence, but Kurt broke it off. \'\'Dinner is ready.\'\' And he left.

Kyle followed behind him silently. At the dinner table, she dropped the awkward atmosphere when she opened the lid. \'\'It\'s Tempeh Bourguignon?\'\'

\'\'Do you like it?\'\'

\'\'I love it. It\'s Devin\'s favorite dish too.\'\' She grinned, taking a bite of it. As expected from chef Kurt, Kyle thought.

\'\'How do you know it\'s Vincy\'s favorite?\'\' It\'s the second time he heard about Devin\'s name from her mouth. Once, she talked about Devin\'s favorite color and being his best friend, he is not even aware of it. Although it bothered Kurt, he ignored it at that time.

Loose tongue. Kyle cursed herself. Why did I have to bring Devin into the picture? \'\'It\'s just I once saw him eating in happiness.\'\' She covered up with a lie.

\'\'When did you meet_\'\'

 \'\'I am hungry, Kurt. We can talk later\'\' Kyle suspended him. Is he trying to do an FBI investigation?

Kurt\'s body was present throughout the dinner, but his mind was investigating Devin\'s favorite color and the dish. Post dinner, Kurt went out and called his buddy Wilbur. \'\'Hey, Kurt boy, what\'s_\'\'

\'\'Do you know Vincy\'s favorite dish and color?\'\' 

\'\'You called me to ask this?\'\' He put aside the train toy he was playing with his daughter. \'\'I didnot expect your love for our friend is eternal?\'\'

\'\'Will, I am serious,\'\'

\'\'Honestly, I don\'t know. If I have to guess, I will go with banana smoothie since he loves my sister.\'\' Wilbur gave his daughter a warning glare, snatching the lipstick from her hands which she painted across her face. One slip of a second, she is up to her naughty deeds.

So, Wilbur doesn\'t know as well, Kurt concluded. \'\'What if a girl knows about a person\'s all likes and dislikes?\'\' A rooky he was, he has no choice except to rely on his friends or the internet to know about a girl\'s feelings.

\'\'I will say, I don\'t have time to answer your off-beat questions.\'\' Wilbur sighed, taking his daughter to the bathroom to clean her up.

\'\'Just answer this question. I will leave you.\'\'

\'\'Either she likes him or has a crush on him. Now, don\'t ask me any more questions.\'\' Wilbur hung up and jumped into the action.

Kurt\'s eyes stared at the contact name, his blazing eyes murderously.. At last, he typed a message and hit the sent button. [Vincy: I hate you]