The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 60

I press my index finger onto his temple before slowly pushing his head away which causes him to groan, leaning his head away from me as he slowly open his eyes, meeting mine.

''Good morning. Rise and shine!'' I say, jokingly.

''Mmm, my head's hurting. What time is it?'' He asks, leaning his head on the seat as he tries to reach out for his phone—squinting his eyes to take a better look at the lock screen.

''We're arriving soon,'' I mutter as I press onto the 'home button' on my phone, placing it down on my lap. ''You've been asleep for quite awhile ever since we departed,'' I add to find him running his fingers through his hair, trying to make them appear less messy.

He clears his throat, ''You weren't sleeping?''

''No . . . no, I can't seem to find any peace sleeping while you were snoring,'' I grin widely before tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear as he rolls his eyes at me.

That was clearly a lie—he doesn't snore! I've never heard him snore before except for once but I could've just highly mistaken it with a snore when he was only breathing roughly, that was it. He has a great respiratory system and I can't really tell him otherwise . . . he knows better about himself.

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''Home sweet home,'' Aidan says as he lets out a breath of relief as soon as he enters the apartment, placing the keys in a small bowl—where he would usually place his eyes.

I close the door behind me after pulling in my suitcase, slowly moving to the side as he stands in the middle of the entrance; causing me to run towards the couch, missing the softness of it as soon as I land, ''Oh my god . . . this feels so good!'' I exclaim.

Just as I'm about to say something else, I hear a growling sound which causes me to lift my head and turn to look at him, immediately. His cheeks have redden from the sound coming from his stomach, ''Probably just gas . . . mind your own business, Kenna.'' He walks away as he pulls onto his suitcase, picking it up as walks into his bedroom.

''Mind your own business, Kenna.'' I mimic as I roll my eyes.

I immediately make my way towards the kitchen, opening the cabinet to find myself staring at a packet of spaghetti—making me smile, thinking of making a bolognese for dinner. ''A little something to eat and head straight to bed, sounds like a perfect plan for tonight.'' I mutter under my breath, only loud enough to myself.

As I take off my jeans' jacket and place it on the kitchen stool, I walk around the house in my white shirt and dark leggings to find my phone before heading towards the kitchen again, wanting to prepare the necessary ingredients to make a proper spaghetti.

I bend over the kitchen counter as I scroll down on my phone, nodding my head at the recipe; finding it simple.

My eyes wander towards the glass window to find that it's currently raining heavily outside as I start to tie my hair up into a bun, letting all of the strands away from my face.

When it comes to cooking, I'm not exactly a great cook; can't really compare myself to Aidan, he's a chef in the kitchen—one of the little things that women find attractive and he's sort of proud of himself just because he knows how to cook and what to cook. It's true because whenever he cooks, I can't help but feel excited and hoping for a special surprise on my tastebuds.

''A little bit of that and this,'' I mutter.

As my phone gives a notification as the battery is already ten percent, I start to groan before plugging in my charger into the nearest unused plug. Then, I plug it into my phone, slowly as I turn the switch on—immediately making a sound which causes the lights in the house to flicker off.

The sound of lightning shocks me as I freeze, waiting for it to pass.

''What the hell? Kenna, what the fuck?!'' I hear Aidan shouting from his room as he walks down the stairs, ''Kenna . . . what happened to the lights?'' He asks, slightly trembling as I furrow my brows, not expecting him to overreact just because there's an electricity shot and my phone seemed to be dead, forever.

''My phone's burning. Fuck!'' I groan, frustratingly.

''Kenna . . . where are you? I can't see you,'' He breathes out, his voice further away from me as I try to find a flashlight but I can't seem to find it anywhere.

''I'm in the kitchen!'' I answer as I notice everything else has gone silent, just the sound of his footsteps and our voices in the apartment. Other than that, the sound of the rain accompanying us in the night when the sun has set a couple of hours ago.

''Kenna?'' I hear his voice closer which causes me to turn around, focusing onto a dark figure near the wall as I make my way towards him, reaching out for his hand—that has gone cold, confusing me. ''That's you, right?'' He asks, again.