Chapter 21: Cupid Miranda

MIRANDA 'S POV -

Samarah had been totally engrossed, as I told her about my newest revelation on Ken and Kendall . After I had finished, she looked at me with wide eyes in awe.

Then quickly she hit me with," Does Ken like Kendall as well?" My eyebrows knot together and I pressed my mouth shut. She echoed my own questions which I didn't have a definite answer to. But before I could lament further about the subject, the door to our room flung open and in strode Ken.

He looked concerned but his voice remained icy. "I think Ms. Kendall is a bit weak as she fell asleep again. Since, she seems so tired nowadays, I thought providing her with high protein chicken broth would be the best option."

I was amazed by two things. Primarily because he had even selected the dish to feed Kendall. Then again, what was the underlying notion in his voice. He seemed to try too much to appear..... professional? But why?

I tried to take a quick peek in his mind but I found myself being blocked. How come he was harder to crack than Damon?

But before I could try further to push into his mind, he looked away; thus breaking the eye contact. Dammit!

Did he know what I was going to do? I felt an elbow nudge my arm as Samarah looked at me questioningly.

"Yeah sure.", I said watching Ken hastily exit.

Did he know? I had got away with it with Damon and being a guardian he was pretty powerful. So how come Ken knew? I had no answers to satisfy my curiosity with.

Looking at Samarah, a devious plan formed in my head as I smirked, leaving Samarah utterly confused.

Tonight will be good.

KENDALL'S POV -

I hadn't even slept a wink since Ken had left. The proximity of our closeness just moments before still lingered in my mind.

"Did he intentionally skim his fingers against my cheek?", this thought had been running over and over in my mind. Although a part of me craved to see him again but another part wanted nothing more than to crawl under the sofa and remain there. These mixed signals were tearing apart my mind.

Moreover, I wasn't so sure I would be able to keep myself in check again if he came to me. The previous magical moments flashed across my mind as I had grabbed his hand and quickly turned over. This had caused his upper body to crash into mine. Then his hot breaths licked my face.....

I shut my eyes tightly under the blanket covering my body as mind played 'Gimme more ' by Brittany Spears and a furious blush crawled across my face.

Then my heart stilled as I heard a familiar voice icy voice almost whisper," Doll....Kendall... Are you awake?". The way he softly whispered my name sent chills down my spine.

All I could muster was a weak," Mhmmmm."

I peeked at him from under the blanket and saw him at the entrance, tray in hand. Grey sweats, messy waves in his hair and a tight black t - shirt, thus bringing my attention to the mouthwatering abs under it.

Yeah, I would prefer this snack than the one in the tray.

I drank him lazily with my eyes until his cough broke my attention.

Oh! He was still at the door. But why? He usually just barged through without knocking. The sudden change made me curious and I sat up in bed.

''Come in.'', I beckoned with a strained voice due to the dryness in my throat. He came in slowly but with long strides with his long legs. My eyes threatened to flutter downwards form his waist but stopped on their journey as he concernedly questioned," Doll" he started but quickly bit his lips. " Sorry I meant Kendall. Are you feeling better?"

Did I hear that right? Did he just call me Doll? No one has ever called me doll except my family and Damon. Not even my friends. How did he even know about it? But his voice sounded so sultry when he had said it. I wanted him to say my over and over. Better if he screamed it out aloud. And here goes hormonal me again...

My face became hot at this point as I stuttered," I...I...it's ok. You can call me Doll."

He smiled sheepishly before saying," I really didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything but this name seemed to fit you perfectly. So, it kinda slipped off my tongue."

I smiled at him.

So, he has been thinking about me.' Prolly about how someone as clumsy as you became a guardian. Maybe he thinks of you as an imposter or something.',said hormonal me.

Then one his hands met my forehead as he balanced the tray with the other. "Your cheeks seem flushed and you look tired even though you just woke up. Do you have a fever?"

If my skin felt hot before then surely it must have been transformed into a volcano from his touch. But little did he know that the heat on my face was not due to fever but something entirely different.

He asked further," Do you feel weak?" My voice failed me at the sudden caring tone which had replaced the always icy one.

I managed to bob my head up and down unable to utter anything.

He glanced at the tray and then at me before grabbing a chair to sit down, facing me, setting the tray on his lap within a span of 5 seconds.

Suddenly, I was faced with his enormous hand holding a spoonful of chicken soup to my face.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh", he said urging me to open my mouth like a child. His icy demeanour had changed to be the complete opposite in a flash.

I was too stunned to question him as I gazed into his dark eyes and opened my mouth wide.

His hand holding the spoon stopped midway.

Oh shit!!! Did I do something wrong? Was he playing with me?

He turned the spoon towards himself and blew on the soup before finally putting it in my mouth.

I completely melted at his actions. He fed me a few more times but his actions slowed after sometime as his eyes got fixated on my lips.

Then with the next spoonful he fed me, he leaned a little forward. Then the spoon came painfully slow but he leaned in closer still.

The spoon stopped midway and I gazed at his parted full lips. My body arched closer to him, working on its own behalf as I got butterflies in my stomach.

I shot my eyes open and Ken jumped out of his chair as the door creaked open