- HAZEL -
I look at myself in the mirror after washing my hands. Tonight was calr than I expected. Aside from those death glares I got from Killian every second, everything seems to be going alright.
At least he’s not being rude. I sigh and straighten my hair. I think he’s not being rude because he’s barely indulging in conversations.
Maybe that itself is rude? I can’t tell. I an, I should be cross about his recent words fired at Kaiden but in a small get together, or date, where I can choose to be mad, I chose peace.
Plus, my heart has been racing every ti Kaiden’s hands touched . It’s fun to see rage and what I think is jealousy across Killian’s face but Kaiden’s hands on my skin starts to creep out. It just feels so wrong.
I press my lips on each other, spreading my lip gloss evenly around and pout. My lip gloss is drier on my lips and I didn’t co to the restroom with my purse so I can’t apply more. I let my thoughts drift away from my lips back to dinner.
How I suddenly hate the touch of soone I kissed so many tis is bizarre. I lean my head closer to the mirror, staring deep in the eyes of my reflection.
When a man like Killian exists in your life and is interested in you, it’s bound to happen, my mind warns.
An exhale leaves my lips, giving way for a smirk. So Killian does get affected when I’m not around or not close to him yet he acts like he doesn’t.
I have to say the best part of tonight was his forced reaction to stay calm. I could tell he was fighting the urge to throw a fist every ti Kaiden had his hands brush my arm or hold my waist.
I clear my throat. I should get out of here before soone thinks I’m lost... by soone, I an Kate. I clutch my fingers around my phone. With a last glance at my reflection, I dart out of the bathroom.
"Finally." A deep voice makes shudder and jerk, adjusting back in terror. Killian’s silhouette cos to sight and I sigh with relief, placing my hand on my chest.
He scared the fuck out of . Who on earth creeps onto soone like that at night when the lights are off?
Uh, the owner of the house? I frown at my thought and shrug it off.
"When did you get here?" I ask, taking deep breaths. I don’t think that should be the question. If he arrived not too long ago, I should’ve heard footsteps but I didn’t. "Rather, how long have you been here?"
"Long enough." Killian says, walking in front of . Despite the darkness of the corridor leading to and out the bathroom, I can see his facial features. "You sure seem to be having a great ti, letting a man’s hand claw into you like that." Killian says, his words firm yet filled envy.
I scoff, holding myself from grinning. I knew it! He was jealous!!
Hearing the verbal communication of his jealousy fills with joy. It’s so much better than assuming it.
"What?" I grin. "Jealous?" I ask, puffing my chest in front of him. I need to hear the confirmation again. Killian is right in front of , if he can see my body as much as I can see his, then he definitely can see my cleavage.
He didn’t answer that. I’ll take that as a yes. I walk past him. I hadn’t taken a second step forward when a hand abruptly holds my arm and spins around till my back slams hard on the wall. I gasp, the ache stinging deep.
Killian traps my body against the wall with his, an arm resting on the wall beside my face and the other situated on my waist. His face is so close to mine and he’s staring at intensively.
I pant. I can’t move in his confinent.
Killian pulls my body aggressively to him by my waist. His stare penetrates to my soul. At first, I match his feisty gaze but slowly, after the short silence, my gaze softens. "Not saying anything doesn’t really pass a ssage." I murmur, looking down to gaze at his chest. Killian tugs hard on my waist, forcing my eyes to et his.
"Be mine." He says.
My brows crease in confusion. "What?" I croak. My voice was so low that I barely heard myself.
"Be mine Hazel. I wanted to wait before, but fuck it, it’s killing . I can’t stand to see you with soone else. It drives mad. Please, save this torture and be mine." Killian said to .
My gaze darts from one of his eyes to the other, searching for so half truth in his words but there was none.
He doesn’t seem nor sound drunk either. Although I’ve never witnessed his drunken state so I can’t tell. But oh my God, did he just propose?
My heart begins to pound in my chest violently. I’ve always wanted him and now he asks but I’m speechless.
My answer is yes. I want to be his. I’ve always wanted to yet this feels so rushed and thrilling and I love it. "No gas?" Leaves my lips as I stare deep into his eyes.
"All honesty." Killian says. His hand leaves the wall and dips in his pocket. He brings out a ring box and flips it open with a flick of his thumb. "Be mine Hazel. I want you to be mine."
My eyes dart to the silver ring coated with small diamonds all around then back to him. He’s serious. Fuck, the intensity of this turns on.
"What about Kate?" I ask, breathing heavily. My head is in the clouds. This seems like a dream and if I could move my hand to pinch myself, I will but no organ in my body seems to function. I swallow.
"She doesn’t matter. Not as much as you do." He says, just as breathless. My eyes linger to his lips.
"Not as much?" I question, getting evoked in the heat brewing between us.
"Not at all." Killian whispers, running his nose around the planes of my face. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I writhe in his embrace.
Those words please my ears. Not so far away from where we are, are the two people we should be commited to but aren’t. The complexity of this situation shockingly sends shivers down my spine. Anyone of them could walk in on us and find him this way with but he doesn’t care.
Killian is too thorough of a man not to think of the possibilities.
I lean my chest forward, close enough so my tits rests under his gaze without touching his body. "Took you long enough." I whisper to his face. Killian’s head is directly in front of mine and our lips are barely an inch apart.
"Is that a yes?" He asks, sinking his face on my neck.
My eyes roll in my sockets. His breath fans my neck and collar bones.
"Yes!" I say, eagerly. "I will be yours, Killian."
I’ve been waiting for this for so long. So damn long. For what it’s worth, this isn’t how I expected it to be yet it feels so much better.
"Then what are you waiting for?" He asks, his voice laced with what I call lust. "Kiss . Claim what’s yours." His head shifts away from my neck.
"You don’t have to ask." I press my lips on his. Killian’s hand makes its way to the back of my head, holding firmly to him. I let my hands linger up his body till it rested on both sides of his face, holding him to as I practically swallow his face.
My leg raises up against my will and I gasp. He slips his hand underneath my dress and lets his fingers caress my thighs, while holding .
Killian’s hand gropes my ass.
I moan into his mouth. I can taste his teeth. The strong taste of alcohol is the only thing my tongue feels and I love it. A finger slips inside my thong and I lean my head backwards, breaking the kiss for a second. His lips are still on .
"Killian, we’re in the open." I say. My mouth locks with his again.
I let him masterly devour my mouth. Killian’s hands are all over my body, fondling . I don’t care where we are anymore. I don’t want his mouth off my skin.
Just knowing that the two of us are doing sothing risky makes my pussy pool. His fingers circles my clit. A moan escapes my lips and my head collapse back. "Oh God." I pant.
My hands skims off his clothes roughly, letting him kiss passionately. I hear a loud thud as sothing drops from my hand. I don’t know what it is and I don’t even want to know.
I shuffle through his shirt till my hand rests on his pelvis.
"Hazel?!"
My eyes widens and I yell as Kate’s voice rings in my ears. Before I knew it, Killian’s body leaves mine as I push him off .
Oh my God. My heart races even more.
The silhouette erging behind alerts that hearing her voice was not a fignt of my imagination.
Fuck.
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