- 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
- KILLIAN - 'Can the dinner be tonight?' Kate's text drops after I send a last text to Hazel. I promised to clear my schedule for her so I will. 'Definitely.' I text her back. 'Take care of yourself.' I drop my phone on my desk and roll in my office chair, keeping my eyes on the silver neckla
- HAZEL - I'm standing outside the familiar mansion I've grown accustomed to aside from home. Getting out of the car with a man by my side, I take a deep breath. Kate's words when she poured her eyes out to me earlier today replays in my head; Please Hazel, help me take my mind off things. Ever
- KILLIAN - I can't keep my eyes off her. And annoyingly, off him too. My jaw tightens and I flash piercing gazes at the two of them. We didn't get to meet later today and tonight was not what nor how I expected us to see again. But of course Kate's supposed 'dinner' involved Hazel. Who else do
- HAZEL - I look at myself in the mirror after washing my hands. Tonight was calmer than I expected. Aside from those death glares I got from Killian every second, everything seems to be going alright. At least he's not being rude. I sigh and straighten my hair. I think he's not being rude becaus
My gaze darts from one of his eyes to the other, searching for some half truth in his words but there was none. He doesn't seem nor sound drunk either. Although I've never witnessed his drunken state so I can't tell. But oh my God, did he just propose? My heart begins to pound in my chest violent