ALORABy the time I painstakingly drag myself through the meal, the wet spot on my top has disappeared but Kian won't hear it. He insists on having me change but deep down, I know he just wants to see me in his shirt, call it intuition.I was standing in the middle of his oversized bedroom which had a massive king’s bed in the middle. The lush sheets are so inviting and I am tempted to dive into them.Kian is currently in the walk-in closet, large enough to pass as a clothing boutique with clothes colour-coded to perfection. The door is wide open and I watch him go through his shirts, looking for one that will fit me.He removes a white shirt gently from the hanger and walks over to me before handing it over.“This should do,” he says“I don't need to change anymore. The spot is gone”“Why do you like making me angry, dimples? Do you want me to change the shirt for you? I have no problem doing it for you”I pull the shirt from his hold and dash into the other closed door in the room wh
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