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Fourty-Two
The loud pop music was ringing in Kiara’s ears while she tried to dance her sorrow away. A whole week, and she still felt like shit.
“I’m clocking you on that funeral dancing, baby girl.” Michael reappeared out of nowhere after spending a suspicious amount of time in the bathroom of that poorly lit club.
“And I’m clocking you on having a blowjob in the bathroom.”
“Touché. But it’s my birth
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“Can we talk about this later? Your hands are skinned!” His tone was worried, and she closed her eyes to focus. She breathed in and ignored his voice for a second. Water. She needed running water. She walked towards the small sink backstage and tried to open the tap, but her hands were not responding.“Open,” she commanded. As she felt the water soothing her wound, she was able to concentrate better. What the hell was he doing there? She almost didn’t believe it when she saw him in the crowd, and his presence made all her concentration go down the drain.
A Word of Praise Fourty-Four
She looked at him dumbfounded, but he was looking ahead at the road. Did he realize what he just said? She wanted to ask but didn’t really know how. Maybe he didn’t mean it. It was just a figure of speech. It didn’t take long for them to reach his apartment, but it felt like hours of excruciating silence to Kiara. She was not one to dwell on words and feelings, but then again, she was not used to those particular ones. They got in to find a warm welcome – to Kiara. She loved the giant dog and embraced him as best she could without using her hands.
A Word of Praise Fourty-Five
As they sat down, Kiara realized how hard it would be to eat a sandwich without her hands. She kept looking at it, but eventually heard him laugh and get a knife, fork, and plate to cut it into small pieces for her. When he was done, he took a piece and brought it to her mouth. What the hell?“You are not hand-feeding me.” She lowered her brows. He must have noticed how pathetic it was, so he dropped the fork and sat back. Her hands might be hurt, but she could still get the fork between her index and middle finger. They ate a few bites in silence, and she felt the need to c
A Word of Praise Fourty-Six
He felt her stiffen at his words. Maybe it was too soon. Her arms were still around his neck, and his hands were clamping her waist, afraid to let go. But her stare was wide-eyed, and the tears dried in her face. He didn’t regret it, though. Even if she was not ready for it, he was. Wasn’t she the one to tell him to do what he wanted? “Fuck, say something.” He might be certain of his feelings, but it didn’t mean his heart wasn’t pounding against his chest waiting for her reaction.“Are you sure?” Right, not what he expected. Not at all.
A Word of Praise Fourty-Seven
The run was a punch to Chris’ stomach. How could he have overlooked the fact that Kiara was actually an athlete? To put it in simple terms, he was quashed. He thought his running and gym habits were enough to put him in the apex of physical capacity, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.He had thought about Kiara as an artist most of the time, so it was shocking to see the stamina the girl had. He should have known better, having seen and touched her tight body as he had. He was definitely out of his league. Batman was able to keep up with most of it, but the bastard h
A Word of Praise Fourty-Eight
Push through. Those were the only words on Kiara’s mind as she felt herself slipping. Her breath was becoming shallow, but she couldn’t let it show. If she could just leave, and be alone for a while, she’d be able to get her grip back. Why was she getting like that again? It was not fair. In the first few minutes after Harry mentioned her mother, she was still there. Fading, but there. But after Chris’ words hit her, she felt her grip on reality escaping. There was a distant barking sound somewhere, and a doorknob that caused her pain when she touched it. A car stopped by the sidewalk and she got in. Did she call for it?
A Word of Praise Fourty-Nine
Chris looked up to see Kiara shouting at him from the inside of a car. He must have looked like trash, but didn’t really care at that point.“I was waiting for you.”“Why?” She didn’t seem annoyed, but her guard was definitely up.“Because our deal isn’t over”
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Kiara woke up Monday morning with the emotional hangover of the century. She was tired of not being able to do anything, so she decided to go to practice anyway, even with her hands out of commission. If she couldn’t do what she wanted in Chris’ department, she’d at least work her frustration out with a sick series of abs and legs. When she got to the studio, she ran into Michael’s glowing figure. Literally. The man was covered in glitter from head to toe, and it was fucking Monday.“What the hell did you do last night?” She asked in disbelief.
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