- KILLIAN - I send a message to Kate while on the steering. A sad sigh elude out of my lips and I close my eyes for a second before averting my gaze back to the windscreen. I feel better. Knowing she's safe in my car makes me feel better. I trail my eyes to the rear mirror to gaze at her. Hazel
- KATE - My eyes meet the messages pasting on my phone screen in front of me and an annoyed sigh rattles out of my lips. I'm offended. I know I shouldn't be but I am. Who the fuck rejects the advances of a woman he's in an engagement with? That jerk Killian! I stamp my hand on the car seat and
- HAZEL - "Hazel, I need you to trust me and if not my words, my actions." "Trust the things I do for you that I won't for anyone else." Killian's words replay in my head the moment the doctor leaves the room. I think I have trust issues. I'm sure I've had it since my incident with Tristan and
"I want you to sleep though. With me." My voice is low and hoarse. "On my bed." I part my face from his chest and get on my tip toes. Now I tilt my head up to face him. Even with this added height, I'm still shorter. My face can barely reach his jaw. I clutch my hands around Killian's waist, holdi
A sharp twinge springs from my bottom lip, forcing me to gasp. He bit me. What the fuck?! When you don't give him what he wants, he forces his way to having it. That is considerably a sexy trait. But I won't let him have me that easily. "Motherfucker." I whimper in his mouth. Killian's tongue
- KILLIAN - I press my nose on her hair and inhale. She scents so nice that I shut my eyes just to enjoy the euphoria I got by her scent. I can tell the shampoo she used is raspberry flavoured. I clutch my arm around her stomach and pull her closer to me. Hazel is fast asleep. She's been asleep
- HAZEL - As much as I'd enjoy being his bed potato and let him take care of me, I have classes to attend and a life to live. Hence, school resumes. And not even this cold can shield me from skipping school. Especially not when I barely escaped the first time I missed classes. I plug my ears w
I wait for my messages to drop fully while tapping my foot on the ground impatiently. The professor will be here in two minutes. Fuck! Can the network be any slower?! I switch to my data and huff, still waiting. The time on my last messages finally correlates to the current time. I barge in