- HAZEL -
I have a grumpy face on. I woke up with it. Showered with it and even dressed up with it.
Thanks to Killian, my chin hurts but he sure as hell put in my place last night. Right exactly where I needed to be. It was needed but I guess I didn’t realise how much needed it was. I guess I never really expected him to give the tough love.
One thing I know for sure is that I don’t like it even though part of knows deep down that I do. Or more like did. I was putting up an attitude I shouldn’t even have. Especially not now.
I walk out of my room and head down the stairs, following the alluring aroma that woke up in the first place. I don’t know what it is or who it is that’s cooking but that sure slls delicious!
Part of wonders if when the chef was cooking, I was in mind because after last night, I won’t be stunned if I wasn’t. I head to the dinning room first. The table is clear and no one is here. This is when I summon courage to go to the kitchen.
“Rise and shine, honey, have a nice sleep?” Killian asks before I made my presence obvious. I am still at the door. I make a face, walking in sluggishly. His tone is calm and warm.
Tch. I pout. “Yeah, you?” I ask, avoiding eye contact. My attention is on the al outlined on the kitchen counter. They look yummy.
“Very nicely actually.” He says, poised. “Thank you for asking.”
For a second there, I wanted to scoff at him, then the sting in my jaw reminded to behave. “Must be nice.” I murmur. “A certain ache on my face denied that good sleep.” My finger taps on the kitchen counter gently, waiting for an apology as I devour the al with my eyes. I swear that anyone who walks in will hear my tummy grumbling.
“Hungry? I made for two.” Killian says. This makes frown. No sorry or any words of comfort whatsoever? No baby treatnt? No nothing? The growl I get from my stomach makes rethink my earlier thought.
I guess food is a good enough apology. For now.
“Yes please.” I mouth, chewing my lower lip. My eyes steadily trace his movents as he makes his way around the kitchen and gets a dry, clean plate from the plate rack.
“How much?” He asks. Sothing tells he must’ve heard my hunger from the grumble. Or he’s just trying to get to be polite while being ridiculously poised and annoying like last night in my room didn’t happen.
“A lot.” I say, my voice a low whisper. “I’m starved.” For a second there, I thought he’d tell to speak louder. I’m glad he didn’t.
Killian serves so food. The placent of the al on my dish was so appetising like that served in a five stars restaurant despite the quantity. I watch him add the toppings and sauce gracefully, angst oozing out of but only in my mind.
Wow. It only took a few words and his hands on my jaw to keep docile. It’s aggravating.
“Here.” He says, pointing the dish to . I take a careful look at it before darting my eyes up to his face. A laugh resounds in ears, followed by a deep voice.
“Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned.” Killian hums. That sounded rhythmic. A very deep yet soft lody and it was just his speech.
I avert my gaze from his face to the al. The amusing look he has on his face vexes beyond asure. “Thank you.” I blurt, taking it from him. I don’t walk to the dining before taking a spoonful. A moan leaves my mouth as I roll my eyes due to the taste. I could eat this all day and not get tired.
“Your cup of tea?” He asks.
My gaze narrows and I turn my head his way. I nod. “It’s very tasty.” I answer.
“Of course it is.” He responds, putting all the spices away. His arrogance ticks off. So cocky. Killian pulls a stool from below the counter out for to sit then pulls another one out for himself, seating by my side. I let myself get comfortable on the stool, eating. I feel cheap. I should be ranting at him right now but I’m eating his food which he cooked by the way.
I choke on a spoon. Before I could signal to him for a drink, a glass of juice is placed in front of . I grab onto it and drink it, drowning the food clogging my pipe down my throat. I should not gush my food, there’s no where I have to be.
“Thank you.” I voice, strained, dropping the now half full glass of juice on the counter and continued eating. Killian refills it.
“It’s my pleasure.”
It suddenly becos quiet. So quiet that I can hear my slurps and chewing along with the sound of his breath. He’s also staring at . That makes withdraw my gaze from the food to him. He has a smile on his face. His face masks a dreamy expression like he’s staring at sothing admirable. Sothing he loves.
But he’s staring at ! My mind reminds . This makes my cheeks burn.
“Stop staring.” I mumbling, slowly chewing my al. “You make unable to eat properly.”
“How can I see sothing beautiful and not gaze at it?” He retorts. His hand draws near to my face and he tucks my hair behind my ears. “How can I not marvel at its pulchritudinous structures. . .” His words hang, almost like his tongue got tied for a short ti. “Unless I am a blind man.” His voice is soft.
This makes drop my spoon. Consider swooned. But I won’t show it. “Do you also harm pretty things?” I ask once my mouth is empty. “Do you tarnish its beauty by inflicting harm on them?” Soone hearing my tone would think innocent. I am far from it. Although in my speech, I refer to myself.
“Harm is such a strong word. Discipline on the other hand, is necessary. You can’t have a finely crafted jewellery without exposing it to brazen heat first.” Is his response. This makes my jaw tighten. Just one word gives a lot to think about. A hand cups my jaw, tilting my head to the side. “You do know I love you, right? And what I did last night was due to your recent behaviour?” He asks.
I lower my gaze to the counter before him. I nod. “It still hurt.”
“I intended it to.” He avers almost imdiately. My lips form a line. “I won’t apologise for it, you were being mouthy.”
I don’t say a word. That much is true. I don’t know where the boldness in talking back at him without a consequence ca from. He has literally affird before that he’s a sadist. I doubt a sadist would have an issue disciplining at all.
“I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” Killian’s utters, his hand cos off my face. I instantly miss it. “Now that is how communication works.” A half grin is spread across his mouth.
I don’t know what to say. “Do you want to tell you all that transpired between and Asami?” He already knows so what’s the point in keeping it?
“Let’s put that behind.” Killian says. “I don’t want you to revisit an ugly mory.” He adds. “Next ti, if soone is ssing with you, no matter what kind of threat passed to you, let know.” Killian says. There’s a bold countenance in his tone that leaves stunned. I think a hint of aggression is obvious in his tone too. “And we’ll see if that person lives another day to utter the sa threat.” This makes my heart skip a beat. His face darkened as he said that. I got a sense of fury from his facial expression. Killian’s gaze finally softened as his eyes locked with mine. A smile replaces the clenched jaw. “Want so cake after that? I got one just for you.”
What a way to ease the tension from the air. I nod, taking the spoon. This al may fill my stomach, but there will always be space for junk. Especially when it’s cake.
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