Chapter 202
- HAZEL -
I’m standing out the balcony upstairs, staring into the night sky. It’s cold out here and although my skin is plagued with goosebumps, I didn’t budge nor go back inside. I’m just out here, letting the cold dissolve into my skin while deep in thought.
The stars are beautiful tonight. It’s so calming watching the clouds hoover over the moon. It’s so calming inhaling fresh midnight air. I shouldn’t be outside this late. . . Or rather, this early considering it’s midnight, but for a weird reason, I feel safe enough to step outside in the comfort of his balcony.
“Does something bother you?” Killian’s deep voice resounds in my ears. I don’t turn back to look at him. With my hands hung over the railings, I let out a sigh and a smile forms on my lips at the same time. His approaching footsteps ring loudly in my ears despite them being so gentle on the ground. The night is just so quiet that it allows me hear things I normally wouldn’t.
Like crickets chirping. The wind whooshing. The sound of cloth fabric being disturbed by the breeze. The subtle sounds of my own breathing. I love the quietness, it helps me to just be.
Something falls on my shoulders, concealing my form and giving my body a sense of warmth. It’s a fur jacket. Killian put it on me the moment he stood behind me. Now he’s standing by my side. I don’t have to look at him to know his eyes are on me. My fingers clutch around the jacket, folding it across my arms completely. “Thank you.” I murmur. Killian doesn’t say a word but I know he welcomed the gratitude.
I let out a sigh then proceed to answer the question he asked when he made his presence known to me.
“It’s just so hard lying to her.” I say calmly. under my breath. “Especially when she’s just around the corner.” My head darts to the side, beholding his gaze. Kate is my best friend. It took a day with just the two of us for me to be plagued by how wrong this was. By everything I have done. She deserves better. I’m head over heels for her fiancé and even though they’re in an open relationship, as her best friend, I should not keep this secret.
For one, I wouldn’t imagine my bestie dating my man if I was in her shoes. I’d imagine him to be with anyone else but her. I swallow, steadily turning my head back ahead to gaze at the sky.