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Something has shifted, seismically, in the last few seconds. I’ve gone from wanting to slap him to… I don’t know what. That’s a lie. I know exactly what I want him to do. It’s what I came to London for. I just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.
His breath is hot against my cheek as he leans in closer to whisper, "Kiki, I didn’t know it was you when I… I've never seen you dance before..."
The image of him watching me dance sears into my brain. "N-No?"
His head shakes once, in the headlights of a passing car. I can see the corner of his mouth lift into the smallest smirk. "Not like that, anyway..."
My tooth digs a little too hard into my lip and I let out an involuntary yelp.
"Careful," he whispers, his thumb running along my bottom lip. It takes everything I have not to buckle at the knees. And then he leans forward until his lips are half an inch from mine.
Time stops, the earth freezing in her orbit as I wait for him to close that last breath of space between us.
Waiting for the one thing that I've been wanting since the first time my brother brought him home to visit almost thirteen years ago. His scent infiltrates every one of my cells, and I feel my lips part, wanting to breathe in as much of him as I can.
And just as quickly as all this happened, it's over.
"Fuck!" he shouts as he pulls away from me, his fist meeting the wall behind me with a sickening crunch. “Fuck. Fuck!”
"Kylian!" I hear myself shout as he cradles his hurt hand, his face scrunched in pain.
"I'm fine. You... you need to go back inside," he says, avoiding my eyes.
"You're not okay," I whisper, laying my hand on his back. The way he instantly recoils feels like a punch landed in my solar plexus, and I'm suddenly gasping for air.
He turns at the sound of me struggling for breath, his face instantly flooding with concern "I'm sorry. I-- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..." he growls.
But he’s hurt me and I’m not going to hide it. "Shouldn't have what? Pushed me away, or almost kissed me? Which one?"
The wince at my words almost makes me regret them.
"Both,” he admits. “I don't know what came over me. Your brother would rip my throat out if he knew…"
"What the fuck does Nathan have to do with anything?" I shout louder than I mean to, but the last thing I need to be thinking about right now is my brother. The tequila in my blood seems to be rallying and loosening my tongue. "I wanted you to kiss me. Me. This has nothing to do with my brother. This is just about us."
"Kiki..." His voice fades to nothing, his eyes fixed on my lips.
My stomach lurches at the nickname he gave me all those years ago. The name I won’t let anyone else call me. "I wanted you to kiss me. And you wanted to kiss me, too. I know you did."
"Maybe." He drops his hurt hand to his side, and lifts his other hand to my face. "Maybe I did."
I grab his hand and push it to my cheek. It's warm and strong against my face. My breath stills as he lowers his palm down to my throat, my pulse quickening under his touch. I feel my body inch closer to his until his breath is hot against my forehead.
"You did," I breathe out.
His eyes lock on mine, as if seeing me for the first time.
"I can't do this, Kiara. Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “But dammit I want to." His hand closes more tightly around my throat, and I feel like I'd collapse if the wall wasn't holding me up. “What do you think is going to happen if we kiss right now? What do you want from me?”
"I don’t know. But I want you to kiss me.”
“And I want to kiss you. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
He shakes his eyes, but the desire in his eyes doesn’t change. "I can’t, Kiki, you're just a—"
I cut him off. "If you say ‘child’ I will knee you so hard, you'll be choking on your own balls."
A smirk spread across his face. "Feisty." Something about the realization makes him serious again. "Do you really want me to kiss you?"
