Me, the Weakest Member of the Hero’s Party? I’m the Villain Though? - Chapter 104
“Alright then, you promised. You said you’d help me find my past memories. So if you ever need my help, tell me anytime.”
Kyle said gently as he patted my shoulder. I didn’t think his kindness was something he was putting on. Maybe he was truly drawn to me.
Whether the feeling was good or bad, the fact that Kyle was drawn to me wasn’t something I could feel comfortable about. No matter what, it was obvious that things between him and me wouldn’t end well.
“Tomorrow’s going to be a long day too, so let’s get some sleep. Good night.”
“…Yeah, good night.”
After Kyle’s farewell, I closed my eyes. I tried to fall asleep, but it wasn’t easy.
As I untangled the mess of thoughts in my head one by one, my mind only became more awake instead of drifting off.
After a long while, I opened my eyes and slowly turned my head. Kyle was lying there, facing me.
His long eyelashes cast shadows like a curtain of night. A smooth nose bridge, and lips of just the right thickness beneath it. I had thought it the first time I saw him too, but Kyle really was quite dashing.
The hero I had imagined while reading the novel had a tougher and more ruggish image, but Kyle felt more refined and elegant.
As I watched him sleeping, all kinds of thoughts rushed through my mind.
When had he noticed Larry, and how long had he held back from asking? Was he actually suspicious of me? And if he wasn’t suspicious, then why did he trust me so much?
As I traced back through past moments, searching for answers one by one, a conversation from the other day suddenly came to mind.
“If it’s you, Lysian, I could do it anytime.”
What he said about ‘kissing’ echoed in my head out of the blue, and my face suddenly burned. Just remembering something like that was enough to make my face heat up. Startled, I instinctively inched back, but at that moment Kyle reached out and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer.
I thought he had woken up, but his eyes were still closed. It seemed to be an unconscious movement.
Because of that, the distance between us became so close that our noses almost brushed. I could feel his faint breath lightly touching my lips.
Could I… kiss him?
The thought crossed my mind for a moment. Like Kyle had said, there wasn’t any rule that two men couldn’t kiss. Maybe, if it was Kyle, then I could too…
The moment I became aware of his lips, my curiosity began to grow uncontrollably, like a spreading flame.
Very carefully, I reached out and touched Kyle’s lips. They felt soft, and slightly moist. That only made me more curious about what it would feel like if our lips actually met.
So, after hesitating, I moved the hand that had been touching his lips and gently cupped his cheek.
Would it be okay if it was just the slightest touch? Honestly, we were close enough that it could pass as an accident.
Closing my eyes, I leaned forward just a little, about the length of Kyle’s eyelashes. The first thing that touched was the tip of my nose. The ticklish sensation sent a shiver down my spine.
Then I lifted my chin slightly, and our lips met.
Even calling it contact felt like too much. It was nothing more than the faintest brush.
Maybe because it felt like I was doing something secretly embarrassing, heat spread through my body and my heart pounded as if it might burst.
Kyle’s lips, which I had touched only for a brief moment, were ticklish and soft. It didn’t feel as good as I had imagined, but it wasn’t unpleasant either.
So I can kiss him. And it doesn’t even feel like much.
Satisfied with my curiosity, I leaned back and slowly opened my eyes.
And met a pair of sky-blue eyes looking straight at me.
He… He was awake? My heart dropped instantly.
But those sky-colored eyes stared at me blankly, unfocused, then slowly closed again. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to have been awake after all.
Pretending to turn in my sleep, I quickly rolled over. The heart that had stopped for a moment began pounding wildly again.
Only then did regret hit me. Why had I done something like that?
It seemed the crazy one wasn’t Kyle after all. It was me.
I blamed everything on lack of sleep and accumulated fatigue, then squeezed my eyes shut and tried to force myself to sleep.
