Chapter 242: What are you wearing?
Kellen was able to calm down and finish his work in record time. Part of it was he was waiting for Rhys and wanted to have as much time available to them as possible, and the other part was that he was just focused on getting these contracts out.
Especially after the stairs. Taylor needed access to her whole powers. Pronto.
He couldn’t do that shit in front of others. Not unless he wanted to end up in actual chains. The Captain could only be pushed so far. Hell, even his Mom would have chained him up after seeing that display of pain.
So, with his newfound free time, Kellen grabbed the tablet he had been reading the romance novels that Hill had suggested to him, and did some relaxing reading while he waited. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. He’d had some free time when everyone else had been busy for the time he hadn’t seen the Captain, and it took his mind off of things.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to burn time while he waited for the Captain. And he could settle down on the couch, stretch his leg out, and drink tea while doing so. It was a great way to calm down.
That was where he was, about an hour later when he heard movement at the door. He went to go get up, but was surprised when the door...opened. When did he get a key to his apartment? Did he always have a key to his apartment? Could he have always just...strolled inside while he was asleep or something? That was weird, right?
Why wasn’t he freaked out about that in the slightest?
The Captain looked tired. Not just tired, exhausted. His hair was a mess, his perfect look was slightly ruffled, and he sighed as soon as he stepped in through the doorway. Kicking off his shoes, he was pulling off his jacket when he looked towards the couch.
"Was work that rough after you left?" Kellen asked, staring at him as he stood in the doorway. That wasn’t quite what he wanted to ask. He wanted to ask about the keys, but he thought asking him as soon as he stepped in through the door was rude. He’d at least wait until he was in the apartment proper.
Or, he would have, if Rhys hadn’t frozen stiff.
He stopped moving, and Kellen worried he’d stopped breathing. His jacket fell out of his hands before he was able to hang it up, and that had Kellen truly worried.