- HAZEL -
Curse whatever interrupted us.
We were just getting to the good part. He was about to put through the sa ecstasy he did last night.
Killian’s body retracts from mine. As the weight of his physique gets off , it dawns hard on how much I want him in . How much I love feeling him all over .
He dips his hand into his pocket then pulls his phone out, looking at it with all seriousness before darting his attention to the watch on his wrist. “It’s breakfast ti, darling.” Killian says, a warm smile on his face. What’s with this bedroom voice? And what could be possibly so important that be has to leave like this?
Is it her? Asami? Sadness imdiately befalls my face. I shove the thought down the drain imdiately. I am smarter than this. I know Killian! I feel abashed for even thinking about sothing this stupid. If he wanted to be with her, she’d be in his bed this morning and not .
Bile forms in my throat at this thought. The image of any woman being in his bed other than is very unsettling.
Plus, I resu my thoughts, Asami can hope all she wants but there’s one thing I’m assured of, she and Killian are history. And they will remain history.
“What?” A cunny smile forms on my face as I look up to face him. “Not interested in a pre-al?” I cock my head to the side, tilting my chin up while positioning myself to sit. I can cross my legs but sothing tells he’d prefer to see them spread open.
Killian’s lips part slowly as his eyes drops down. His eyes softens for a second. Part of knows that if I push this further, I’ll win him for sure. I want that.
Killian leans closer to , bringing his face so close to mine that my cheeks flare up. His eyes are glued to mine and his gaze is so fixed into mine that it leaves shifting my gaze from one of his eye to the other eye till my eyes finally rests on his. “I love making you want .” He starts, his voice a low yet deep whisper. “I love making your body react to my touch.” Killian shrugs. “Aside from my personal interest, simply because it’s fun.” His face cranes to the side and his lips brushes against mine. I close my eyes and let a gasp out my mouth subtly, my body sensitive to this gentle touch. I can feel goosebumps erupt all over my skin and my body hair stand.
No other part of him is in contact with my form yet in this primitive state, my mind gives the illusion that his fingers rests on my skin. “The best part about doing this to you is that I can leave you anyhow I please.” He finally murmurs.
I suddenly don’t feel the closeness of his body anymore. This makes shoot my eyes open.
“I’ll et you in the dining room later if you’re there when I am done.”
Done with what? I want to ask but don’t think he’d give an answer anyway, if he wanted to, he would have already. My brows narrows and a sigh leaves my lips. I guess it’s nothing important, I guess I don’t have to know every single detail about his life and whereabouts.
I was never curious before, but now, the thought is etching ridiculously at the back of my mind. It sucks and I hate that I’m beginning to question but what gives? Is it normal to feel this way after what I just encountered?
I don’t care if it’s normal, I don’t want to have to overthink every single thing he does. It’s not good for or for us.
I get up from the bed and walk to his closet, striking a pose that slings my ass to the side with my legs straightened to the ground and arms folded across my chest. My back is to him. “Can I wear anything?” I ask without turning to look at him. It’s not the first ti I’ve been here without bringing any extra clothes.
I love putting his fits on but I think it’s high ti I actually kept clothes here. We could make space for a few outfits amongst his things. It’ll be my little ergency fit or go to when I’m around although sothing tells that Killian enjoys seeing wear his clothes and buying dresses for certain events.
“Whatever you want.” Trails from behind . I nod, tracing my eyes over the neatly folded fabrics to the nicely ironed shirts hanging in his wardrobe. A hand circles my waist from behind then draws up to my shoulder. This makes a subtle gasp leave my lips as he pulls to him gently. I don’t even know when he walked behind . “Feel at ho, Hazel. I’ll be with you shortly.” Cooes in my ears.
His fists tightens around my shoulder. I don’t know why, but for the first ti, I felt an urgency. I sensed danger and I can’t even understand why.
I twine my arms around his, aiming to comfort whatever it is I felt in his touch before turning around to face him. My form is so small compared to his so I had to tip toe. “I’ll be waiting.” I whisper to his face then lean up to kiss the ends of his lips. “Just don’t keep waiting for long.”
His chuckle goes right through my body. “Don’t eat everything without .” His hand rests on my stomach.
I raise a brow. “That depends on how fast you work.” My eyes drape lower to rest on his lips. I’m still horny. “Now go before I can’t let you leave.”
Warm, soft lips press against mine. I open my mouth to let him dip his tongue in and he did just that, kissing passionately. Killian’s hand withdraws from my arms to behind my neck, holding my face to him. My eyes close voluntarily as I let myself get lost in his mouth.
My brows furrows. What is going on? Why does this feel so good yet so worrying? Could I be overthinking things?
When Killian’s lips draws out of mine, my eyelids flutter open, eyes locking with his, searching for an answer. He spreads his lips into a half grin before retreating out of the room. I blink.
That was. . . Sothing. And also confusing. Did Killian read and notice I was plagued by doubting thoughts before coming to kiss ? This makes a smile form on my face. I won’t put it past him, he reads so well.
Now I’m grinning way too hard and biting a side of my lower lip as my finger dangles at the end of it. All it takes is one kiss to leave swooning hard. I raid through his things, looking for a casual, perfect white. White because he did dirty, so I’m gonna do his shirt dirty.
I pull out one drawer. It’s filled with white clothes. Having his outfits colour codedly arranged is so hot. I take one out and slip it on.
I feel like I’m drowning in this. His shirt has covered from my shoulder to just above my knee, not to talk about how freely it’s hanging down my body. I love it.
I hop to the bed to spread it when I realise I can’t find my phone. I search underneath the pillow I slept on all the way to Killian’s side. It’s not here.
I search every drawer around the bed yet I can’t find it. I get up then flick the duvet up with all my strength till it cos flying in the air, giving a good glance of the bed without any more layerings apart from the sheets.
It still not here. With a puff of my lips, I fall to my knees and bend to search under the bed.
Finally! I groan as I reach my hand forward to grab it, pushing my upper body underneath the bed a little bit. The mont my finger grabs my phone, I raise my head up and instantly regret it. My head knocks on the fra of the bed.
A restrained grunt leaves my mouth as I massage my head with my palm while sticking my torso out. How careless can I actually be? With a squeezed face, I sit on the bed, checking my phone.
Apparently, I might’ve tossed it over when Killian and I were at it yesterday. I unlock my phone imdiately. The girls’ group chat is swarming with ssages. They’re usually active by this ti so I’m not surprised but right now, they seem overly active. I yawn and click on the chat, scrolling while briefing through the ssages.
That’s when sothing catches my attention, making my eyes widen.
It’s a chat by Pat.
‘Hazel getting it good and leaving us out of the juice.’
‘Haha, I knew she was up to sothing when our constant calling ended’ responded Resa.
‘I’m still bumd about the fact that she didn’t tell .’ Kate adds. I keep scrolling slowly, attentively reading each ssage.
What am I getting good? What are they talking about? And why is my heart thumping violently against my chest like I did sothing wrong? Did I do sothing wrong?
‘Well to be fair, you didn’t tell her you’ll be going back to school in two weeks.’ Pat adds.
Kate is coming? And that soon? Fuck. My hand stops patting the back of my head where was hit and rests on my thigh, my nail drilling into each finger instead.
What on earth am I missing here?
‘That was for surprising purposes, lol.’ Kate responds.
‘Well consider yourself surprised.’
I scroll further, trying to see what I missed. I can’t find anything. The chat is filled with endless chatter about .
‘She’s finally awake!’ Resa texts.
‘Took you long enough’
‘Can’t bla her though. Everyone gets good sleep when they have good-‘ the emojis that follow after makes my heart drop. It’s the aubergine emoji and the water splash one along with the tongue sticking out.
It gets harder to breathe.
‘What-‘ I start typing. ‘are you talking about?’ I send the ssage.
‘Don’t play dumb, we know.’
‘Lmao’
‘No escaping sissy’
‘At least soone’s getting creampied’
‘Who’s the guy?’
Every ssage is dropping at once so I don’t have ti to check the na tag and know who sent what but each text leaves confused. Do I just play along? For all I know they could be joking.
‘Hold up, it could be morning dick lag lmao’ I finally read who sent this one although the moving dots on the screen shows that the others are typing.
Resa tags a video. I click on it.
Bile forms in my throat and my heart stops when it plays. It’s a sex leak. My face doesn’t show nor does Killian’s or any defined parts of our bodies but my voice proves that it’s .
My hair is barely outlined in the video along with my arms. The video is six seconds long but just that is enough to leave people knowing who was in there because despite the dark, my voice is heard. Not to talk of my moans.
‘Can you deny the allegations now, Hazelnut?’ My head feels heavy as I read the text.
‘I haven’t gotten laid in months, I’m jealous.’
‘Hazelnut’s living the life. Salad but la is silent.’ Normally, I would’ve burst out laughing if this wasn’t dire.
I trust my friends enough to know none of them would ever let this tape go past our chat but I just sent the riskiest video of and Killian to a group chat where his fiancé is on and I did not do it on purpose. I never held my phone to record anything nor do I rember clicking ‘share’. What kind of accident is this?! What if I recorded more?
What would’ve happened if his face or body actually showed or if his voice was heard?
I don’t even want to imagine how drastically murderous the chat would’ve been but this makes feel so uneasy. Plus Kate is coming in two weeks.
What the fuck would’ve happened to if the lights were on last night?! Of course she knows his house and what it looks like.
A sharp pain shoots through my lungs forcing to gasp in a load of air. I wasn’t breathing. I was so tensed that I forgot to breathe.
I imdiately switch off my phone then drop it on his bed side. It seems that it does less damage when it’s switched off. My mind can barely process anything completely right now so I didn’t bother to check my photos for that tape to delete it but I’ll be sure to do that later.
I manage to stand up. My feet wavers on the floor, toppling my body back to the bed. I don’t want to ruin this fine morning just yet.
Breakfast. I need to eat breakfast and drink so water.
A hard lump forms in my throat.
I also need to speak to Killian. If Kate is coming in two weeks as she stated. . . then we can’t be free with each other anymore. . . .
I really hate this so much. I exhale, facing the ceiling to keep the tears forming on my face from falling down my cheeks.
I hate having to hide with the etching feeling of being hypocritical at the back of my mind. This weight of having a hidden love is becoming too much to bear. Especially when just one slip of tongue could ruin several relationships I’ve built for a life ti.
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