Chapter 147
- HAZEL -
I had a shower. I needed to wash my thoughts away and prolong the time it would take me to have breakfast hoping that maybe, just maybe, Killian would be at the table waiting for me.
Then I’d join him and eat with him till the right time to bring this up arrives. I don’t want to eat alone or look over that table and see no one staring back at me. It’ll get lonely.
I sigh, walking down the stairs, hair slightly damp and glued to my skin while putting on his shirt. No lights are on, walking through this path makes his home seem so desolate of any living presence but we’re both in here so why is everywhere so dark?
Is he even home? I can’t tell. He didn’t give me any details of his whereabouts at all. He just said he’d join me.
I sigh and make my way to the kitchen first before heading to the dining. The kitchen is nicely clean as always. It doesn’t even look like anyone cooked in here nor does it look like any of the appliances have ever been touched. I’m the woman here yet he seems to have every trait I should be having and he sees nothing wrong with it. So many men would usually have a word or two to say that won’t be very pleasant but he’s said none. He told me not to worry because he’ll do the cooking for us. He said he’d gladly do it while caressing my fingers.
A pink tint forms on my cheeks.
Killian’s appreciation of me always warms my heart. It’s more reason why I need to talk to him about my mistake in the group chat. If there’s anything he could do to delay Kate’s coming, even if it’s just for a little while, I’d be glad.
I clench my fists by my sides and bite my lower lip. I am a selfish being who’s discarding the feelings of the people I care about for my own sinful desire but I can’t help it. No matter how scary the outcome, I can’t stay away from him. And just that fact scares me.
I head to the dining room and I waltz around the chairs of the dining table. Different kinds of food outlined the thin lace fabric that decorated the dining table. Each meal was covered with domes and a ceramic dish with cutlery and glass cups arrangement tainted the ends of the table meant for the two of us to seat at, opposite each other. A smirk forms on my face. Killian placed serviettes nicely on the plate.
I pull a chair out. The room is so quiet that the scrape of the chair’s foot on the floor resounds through the walls. My throat suddenly feels dry. I don’t like this. I immediately push the chair back in.