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"Kylian! I'm dripping wet!"
"Oh... I know. I've tasted." I tease her. And I'm going to again. But not right now. Right now, I want to go back to falling asleep with her in my arms.
I lay her down on the couch and run back to the bathroom to grab a towel.
Her eyes bore into me as I gently rub the towel up her legs, gently patting her skin all the way up her body, and then wrap her wet hair in the towel.
Then, after I dry myself, I sit back on the couch and I pull her onto my lap.
"Get some sleep, angel."
"So, it's angel now?" She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck, her nose tickling right under my ear.
"You're Kiara, Kiki, Angel... everything."
This time there's no giggle, she just closes her eyes and lies against me.
And sleeps.
eighteen
Kiara
I have no idea where I am.
There's a bed under me, but it's not my bed.
There are crisp white sheets, also not mine. Mine are dark blue.
And it's bright.
Definitely not my bedroom. Mine is perpetually dark. Blinds closed so I can get some sleep during the day after working all night.
And... finally, there's a smell of something cooking, warm and comforting.
Then I remember.
Fuck.
I shoot right up, jumping out of the bed, taking the sheet with me.
I’m at Kylian's home... and we had sex... multiple times last night,
I wait for the dread to fill me, but it doesn't. It feels right. I sink back onto the bed, dizzy from jumping up so quickly, and grab my head.
"Hey! Are you okay?" Suddenly he's sitting right there next to me, dressed in just a pair of black track pants, a ladle in his hand.
"I'm fine," I say, but lean against him, needing confirmation that he's real and not something I've conjured up.
"Hey, Kiki,” he coos, comfortingly, and hugs me to him with the non-ladle=holding hand.
"What's that for?"
"This?" He waves the ladle in the air.
I nod.
"It's a ladle. It's for ladling things"
