“Oh my goodness…this is your house?” Kaleah asked once they
finally arrived at Tyrell’s place. She analyzed every piece of the building and
gawked over the beautiful landscaping. | Tyrell lead Kaleah into his house, and Kaleah was just as
amazed as she was outside. |
“Alright…” Tyrell sighed before turning to face Kaleah. “I
have a laundry to switch over and go grab my guitar. If you want to meet me
upstairs in my lounge, there should be an extra guitar already up there.” | ay, but if I get lost then I get to hurt you.” Kaleah joked as she walked past him to go up the stairs. She still couldn’t get over that this was a man’s house. The day she moved in with Sam, it was a disaster! And Sam is a pretty well-kept guy. Tyrell totally blew Kaleah away…definitely not a typical man. |
She found Tyrell’s lounge on her first try. When she walked in, only more amazement filled her body. The room was seriously organized, and every piece of furniture and decoration seemed to fit together perfectly. She walked over to the window. | “Amazing view, huh?” Tyrell startled Kaleah as he snuck up
behind her. She was staring out the window—past the water—at the lighthouse she
remembered watching so many weeks ago with Hank. She thought that this memory
would hurt her, but instead it made her excited. She was finally making the
old, bad memories into good memories by experiencing them with other people. |
“You paint?” Tyrell asked. Kaleah nodded slowly. | “To begin, I’m going to play you the most basic song you can play on the acoustic. I want you to listen to it, study my fingers, study my body language, and then try and repeat it.” Tyrell instructed. Kaleah nodded and watched intently as Tyrell began to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Kaleah couldn’t help but to giggle as Tyrell sang softly along to the cords. |
When Tyrell finally finished and put his guitar down at his
side, Kaleah took that as her instructions to play back. She picked up the
extra guitar that was perfectly on its stand next to her, and started to play
the way she thought Tyrell was playing. | “Stop for a second.” Tyrell said, as he approached her even closer. Kaleah could feel the warmth of his breath on her chest as he watched his hands move over hers. She felt a tingling sensation run throughout her entire body as his fingers wrapped around hers and their skin rubbing against each other. The tension grew intense, and neither Kaleah or Tyrell could handle it. |
Tyrell wrapped his hand entirely around Kaleah’s, causing
her to let go of the guitar and put it back down. He grabbed her other hand and
stared into her eyes. Kaleah wanted him to kiss her—to sweep her off her feet
like he already was doing. But she quickly recalled the events that recently
occurred with Hank and Tyler,
and she knew it would be a good idea to say something. | “Tyrell!” Kaleah hollered over his escalating voice. He kept
rambling on about what he thought had happened and she needed to calm him down.
“Listen to me! You weren’t imagining anything—I really am into you and that
tension exists for a reason. It’s just that…I have had some pretty awful
experiences with men from this town and I feel like it would be a good idea to
get to know each other a little better before anything goes any further. I
don’t want history to repeat itself here…” Kaleah explained. |
“So…” Tyrell lightened the mood. “…what do you want to
know?” | Tyrell and Kaleah talked and laughed for hours. They kept asking annoying questions and even held a competition to see who could answer the quickest. |
Kaleah mentioned her life in Iron Horse, Hank, Tyler, and even Brianne. She mentioned that she was asked to be a Newspaper Deliverer and she mentioned how her father is sick. She never once mentioned Sam, though. She figured it would be unnecessary. | They hopped all around the house. They sat in the kitchen and waited for popcorn to pop, they sat in the dining room and had a drink, they went into Tyrell’s office to look up SimTube videos… |
They almost literally talked about everything. They were so into their conversations that they didn’t
even realize how late it was getting. It was merely 4 in the morning, and once
they figured that out, they got unbelievably tired. Tyrell took Kaleah up to his bedroom and showed where everything was. She decided to sleep in just her underwear, as sleeping in Tyrell’s clothes would be a little weird for her. She stripped down and began to get into bed, thinking Tyrell was already passed out on the couch in his lounge.
| Just as she was getting into the bed, Tyrell walked in,
knocking only once and not bothering to wait for a response before entering. |
“Tyrell…I know this is off topic, but I really have to
ask…how in the hell did you get a Jerome Wints original painting?” She admired
the painting for far away, tilting her head side or side at the abstract art. | “Well if you’re so excited about it, you can have it.”
Tyrell said softly as he approached her. |
“I…I uh…” Kaleah struggled to find the words she was looking
for as her body automatically moved closer to Tyrell’s. | They couldn’t handle it any longer. In what seemed to be a hard instant, Kaleah wrapped her arms around Tyrell, and Tyrell wrapped his around Kaleah’s. Before seconds more passed, their lips were intertwined and their hearts were beating faster—louder—as the tension took over their entire bodies. Kaleah’s breathing grew louder, and Tyrell’s body started quivering. They kissed hard and passion overwhelmed them. |
Kaleah jumped up and wrapped her bare legs around Tyrell’s waist. In response, Tyrell held her up by her butt and slowly inched towards the bed. Before long, they were both laying there, staring at each other, as they took off each piece of clothing and burrowed under the covers. |
As 6:00 in the morning rolled around, Tyrell and Kaleah had finally gotten to sleep. With that warm body laying next to hers, and the amazing event that just randomly occurred, Kaleah felt at peace. She was at peace with herself, with the universe…she felt happy. Genuinely happy. And that night, as her naked body laid next to Tyrell’s, Kaleah’s dreams were only filled with happiness and Sam had not made his usual appearance. |