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Chapter 3:

Looking into Miguel's eyes once again, Kai finds himself having to curl his hands into fists by his sides to physically restrain himself from throwing his arms around Miguel's neck and kissing him again.

Suddenly, a cool breeze drifts through the balcony, causing Kai to involuntarily shiver, goose pimples appearing on his bare arms. A look of confusion appears on Kai's face at the sudden chill, lifting his hand to curl a strand of hair around his finger. He normally doesn't get cold.

The sound of rustling clothes pulls Kai from his thoughts and immediately feels something warm and intoxicating engulfing him.

"Here," Miguel says as he gently places his coat around Kai's shoulders in a more secure manner, immediately encircling him with warmth…and his intoxicating scent.

Kai clutches at the jacket with his hand as the other moves up to play with that same strand of hair again, a shy and also nervous chuckle passing his lips. "I'm sorry," he says, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "I don't normally feel the cold."

A warm smile and a tender gaze from Miguel is what he receives, filling with more warmth, a warmth he has never felt before. Kai finds himself returning the smile as he slowly moves to lean his head against his shoulder, a shiver of warmth racing through his body when Miguel places an arm around his shoulders, slowly pulling him against his side.

Once again, Kai's mind wanders back to that book, the book that started it all. He recalls a paragraph about someone lending their coat or jacket to the person they're interested in. It's a protective, sexy, ownership gesture. Something that's been close to Miguel's skin is now close to his and vice versa when he gives it back.

Not only is Miguel lending him his jacket to keep him warm as good manners, but it's also an excuse to link them together. Now, Miguel will have to make certain he hangs around to get his jacket back.

Besides, it's also a warning to anyone else in the function that Kai is taken and not interested.

It appears that the book is right. Actions speak louder then words, and the fact that Kai is now wearing Miguel's jacket and pressed against his side speaks volumes. This method is probably more affective than his glare of death!

"Shall we get going?" Miguel asks, pulling Kai out of his thoughts.

"Sooner the better," Kai replies, reluctantly lifting his head off Miguel's shoulder as Miguel's arm drops from his, but only so he can place a firm, yet gentle hand on the small of his back once again.

Inside from the balcony and heading their way towards the bar area, Kai can feel stares, lots of stares. He looks around and notices that nearly every person attending the function is discreetly or blatantly staring at him. His fellow bladers are looking at him, some with curiosity, other with jealously, but mostly this teasing and understanding look.

A light blush flitters across Kai's cheeks and he ducks his head to avoid their gazes. It isn't until he feels the familiar hand on the small of his back slip around to gently squeeze him around the waist does he look up. He tilts his head back and gazes into a pair of precious blue eyes.

"I'll be right back," Miguel tells him, a hint of reluctance in his voice, reluctance of leaving him, Kai soon realizes. "I just need to speak with Claude for a moment and then we can leave."

"Okay," Kai replies, his fingers curling tighter against the collar of the jacket resting around his shoulders, fighting the urge to lean forward and place a soft kiss against that smooth, tanned cheek of his.

If he did that, he'd certainly get some looks then.

With a small nod of his head, Miguel gives him a small smile, his hand lingering on the small of his back still. Instead of simply dropping his hand and walking away, Miguel lets his hand linger there for a moment, before letting his fingers lightly trail against his back to his side, his body still facing his.

They hold each other's gaze for a moment before Miguel finally turns away, seemingly power walking towards his teammate. He either has to speak with him on a very important matter, or is eager to return to Kai as quickly as possible.

And something tells Kai that it's latter of the two.

Feeling even more stares in his direction, Kai boldly looks around at the rest of the functions' occupants. Those from the media are looking at him with interest, some of them scribbling into their little notebooks with a sense of urgency. Fortunately, the BBA refused to allow cameras into the function, so no pictures are to be taken.

Still, that won't stop the tabloids from editing pass pictures of him and Miguel, sticking them on the front cover as a title along the lines of them leaving a party together in bright, bold letters along side it.

And Kai could care less. It wouldn't be the first time he's been on the front cover of a tabloid magazine. Besides, the BBA didn't say anything about not having cameras outside the club, now did they?

Drawing in a deep breath, Kai turns his attention to the fans. The younger ones are looking at him in a sense of confusion, no doubt wondering why everyone else at the functions seems to be staring at him.

"He's wearing Miguel's jacket," one of the littlies points out.

"So?" another asks.

Ah, Kids. They're adorably naïve sometimes.

Feeling a rather heated glare in his direction, Kai casually glances to the side, his eyes immediately colliding with those of a young female's. She is looking at him with a sense of disbelief and disguise, a sneer immediately appearing on her face. It appears as if she is trying to use Kai's very own patient glare on him.

The fool.

The so-called glare has little effect on him, though. In fact, it only annoys him further.

With very little effort on his part as he is feeling intensely annoyed, Kai simply returns her glare with one of his own, or the Kai Hiwatari Death Glare as his teammates have so lovingly dubbed. He only uses said glare when he's exhausted and wants some peace and quite, or is ungodly annoyed about something.

And his irritation grows when the girl seemingly reels back in shock for a moment before mouthing to him that she hates him because he left her behind.

Sigh…

But as a warm arm wraps around his shoulders, his irritation slips away and a genuine smile makes its way onto his lips. He tilts his head back and finds himself staring into a pair of blue eyes that he has fallen so much in love with.

Yeah, he can say it. He has fallen for the sexy blonde, and the way Miguel has treated him tonight, tenderly, patiently and a sense of protective interest, Kai dares concludes that he could possibility feel the same way.

"Sorry if I took too long," Miguel says as he discreetly pulls Kai closer against him.

"It's alright," Kai replies honestly, turning his body towards his, blatantly turning his back on everyone else around him.

Even though the two aren't blatantly all over each other in an overstated display of affection, their interest in each other is still obvious through their body language. The way they are only facing each other, the way they can easily look each other in the eyes with a sense of tenderness, real smiles of contentment on their faces that reaches their eyes; it proves to those around them that, yeah, they're together.

And the best thing about it, words don't need to be said.

"So, you're leaving the party as well, Kai?" A familiar voice asks Kai from behind.

Glancing over his shoulder, the figure of yet another blonde fills his vision, this time of his tall and very strongly built Russian teammate. However, his eyes soon flicker towards the royal purple haired nobleman standing next to him and he can't help but notice that Spencer has a hold of Robert's elbow in a tender grip.

A small smile makes its way onto Kai's lips when he reads their body language. Much like him and Miguel, they appear comfortable and open in each other's presence.

And the way Spencer seems to be eyeing off the hand that Miguel has on the small of his back, he realizes that he must be reading their body language as well. Not that it surprises him too much. Spencer is a lot more intelligent than most give him credit for.

"Yeah," Kai replies to Spencer's question. "We are."

An understanding smile appears on Spencer's lips and he nods his head once. He removes his hand from Robert's elbow and places it on the small of his back, pulling him forward. They gaze into each other's eyes for a moment, seemingly having a silent conversation before turning to face Kai and Miguel.

"We are as well," Robert replies as he subconsciously leans closer to Spencer's arm. "We feel that there are far too many intrusive individuals here."

"I hear that," Miguel grins at the two. "This place is a little too crowded for us as well."

"We should get going," Kai says as he tilts his head back a little to look into Miguel's eyes and they share a nod before turning to bid farewell to their fellow bladers. "We'll catch you two later."

"See ya, Kai," Spencer says, giving a nod to Miguel, who returns the gesture with one of his own.

"I hope you two have a pleasant night," Robert bids an elegant farewell before turning back to Spencer.

With a small wave goodbye, Kai turns his body towards Miguel's and allows him to navigate their way through the masses of their fellow party patrons. As they make their way to the exit, Kai can't help but notice some of his fellow bladers' and the stories their body languages are telling him.

The most noticeable is his fellow Russian, Bryan, facing off against a fellow martial artist, Garland. Even though the two are in each other's faces, Bryan has a hold of Garland's elbow while Garland in turn has his hand on Bryan's shoulder. And their grips aren't exactly taut with anger. As Kai looks closer, he begins to suspect that the two are simply looking for an excuse to touch each other, whether subconsciously or consciously.

Wow, Kai never thought a book on a topic of flirting with body language could reveal so much about himself and his fellow bladers. That teaches him not to judge a book by its cover, doesn't it?

Stepping out into the night air, Kai can't help but feel a sense of surprise that there are no paparazzi hanging around to catch a scandalous picture. Not that he is complaining or anything of the sort. He's just a little bemused.

"Happy to be out of there?" Miguel asks, once again pulling Kai out of his thoughts.

"Of course," Kai replies, turning his body to once again face his. He places his hands on Miguel's chest and gazes into his eyes and quickly realizes that Miguel's own gaze seems to be lingering on his lips. A chuckle escapes his lips as he leans forward enough so they are nearly nose to nose.

"You know, Miguel," he starts, a slightly teasing tone in his voice. "If you want to kiss me, you can."

A sense of amusement appears on Miguel's handsome face and he moves to take a step forward, his arms wrapping securely around Kai's waist, pressing him close. "How did you know?" he asks with a sense of teasing in his tone as well.

Kai simply smiles and tilts his head to the side, parting his lips just a little to give Miguel the indication that it really is ok to kiss him. Taking the hint, Miguel leans forward to brush their lips against each other in a tantalizing way before pulling Kai in a deep and passionate kiss.

When this all started, Kai had no idea that flirting with Miguel could be so much fun, or easy. If he had, he would have done this ages ago!

Pulling away from the kiss, Kai gives his new blonde haired boyfriend an almost cheeky smile. "I read it in your body language."

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