SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 152

- KILLIAN -

“Well don’t you look adorable?” Killian says, pulling me in for a hug. On a casual day, I’d push him away because we’re in public but for once, I actually need this hug. I’ve been craving it desperately for a while. It’s so nice to feel his skin pressed against mine.

I clutch my arms around his back, holding him tightly. “It’s been like forever.”

Killian holds me tighter to him. My head sinks in his chest, and it feels like I’m drowning into his body hut but I really don’t mind that at all. “Guess you ‘missed me so much’ after all.” Killian says, rephrasing my words. I told him something similar to this when he was leaving. I pull my head backwards a little, while keeping my jaw rested on his abs, giving him a sly look.

“Very sly. Very, very sly.” Killian chuckled at my words.

“Get in the car, let me take you someplace nice.”

“And ignore school? No thank you, you wouldn’t be sitting in those seats in the heat of exams.” I respond to him, obviously joking. I want to hop right in and forget this wretched school full of bad luck ever existed but I won’t fold that easily.

“Get in the car, Hazel. Or I will carry you in.” His hand pats my hair gently and I can feel the vibration of his body with each word he says.

I pull away. “Souvenir meal first, for bribery.” I say, holding my hand up.

“Since you’re not being a good girl, I might as well eat it.” Killian snaps his teeth together. His form looks like he’s about to retreat into his car. My face flattens. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. What happened to telling me sweet words and pampering me to get in? Where did this human come from?!

What tree did I pluck him from exactly, because ain’t no freaking way.

“Wait, wait!” I call, stretching my hand in front of him. “I’ll get in. No fair.” I make a face.

As his eyes rests on my body, his smile fades away. Killian stretches a hand forward, curling it up my arm then slowly back down to my wrist. The bandage on my arm is pretty much flashing to his face. I notice his jaw clench. He’s quiet. Strangely quiet.

I thought he’d throw questions at me about my hand but he’s not doing that. His fingers do caress my arm gently and I enjoy his touch. “Does it hurt?” He finally asks, situating his other hand beneath my injured palm.

“A lot.” I respond.

“Mm. Thought as much.” He’s still stroking my arm gently. “What happened?” He asks. His voice is surprisingly calm. It’s so relaxed and warm. Almost as if he knows it must hurt a lot so he’s not trying to incite it due to harsh words. I appreciate that but I wish he’d rage so I burst out crying and he asks me what’s wrong then I tell him I can’t tell him while being dramatic. That would certainly be cinematic.

“I tried to cook.” I chuckle, shrugging my shoulders up high. A sting makes me relax them immediately. Those finger marks are still here. My shoulder is bandaged and I really hope Asami’s nails don’t leave a scar. I let out an exhale, taking my hand away from his.

What? I can cook too. That’s a lie, but okay.

Killian stares at me for a considerable minute before pointing a finger forward to poke my nose. He nuzzles it between two fingers, pulling my nose gently like he was grabbing a cheek. “Less than two weeks alone, Hazel.” He murmurs. “I leave you alone for two weeks and you manage to taint your skin with a sore.”

I scoff. Wait till you know how that actually got there. But I can’t tell you that. I need you to look at me and see the pain I’m hiding within. See the things I can’t say.

You’re being way too gentle that I’m starting to worry Killian. Or have you noticed something you’re choosing not to say for my sake? I can’t tell.

The car door comes open.

“Get in.” Killian murmurs. He has a smile on his face yet I can tell the shift in his tone. I let my eyes rest on his body, studying his form. That’s when I hear the sound of something metallic. Deep in his pocket, his hand aggressively plays with something in it. I can’t really make sight of what it is, but from how roughly his finger moves around it, it gives off the impression that something bothers him.

Do I ask what it is? I’m not sure. I feel if he wanted to put anything to my awareness, he would’ve. A hand rests on my waist and on my shoulder carefully helping me inside his car. A gasp leaves my lips as his palm touches my shoulder. I let out an exhale the moment my ass touched his back seat.

I’m confused. What is going on? What is with the recent silence?