- KILLIAN -I stepped into the bar with a firm expression on my face. My jaw tightened just by sighting this place, I hate it already. I ran my eyes around, trying to find her. She's not in sight. It is kind of frustrating to think she's with another man, probably doing unholy things. But come on, who am I kidding? What do I know about that? I sighed and dug my hand into my pocket to bring my phone out and clicked on Tinder. It's the only means of communication I have with her. After tonight, I don't give a fuck how I feel, I will take her number. Just to have it and be a call away. Maybe I'll give her mine. The thought choked me. I'd rather not but when she pulls a stunt like this, I think it's only reasonable. I took a deep breath in and texted her. 'I'm here.' I sent the message. And I'm angry. My fists clenched as I gazed around the bar, still trying to locate Hazel. A normal bar is meant to be for drinking yet this one looks like it's meant for hooking up. God knows I want
- HAZEL - He did not just tie me up and lock me in his trunk. I can't believe Killian. DID HE EVEN THINK OF HOW I'D BREATHE?!After a long drive, my throat hurt and I got tired of screaming. I also couldn't reach my phone so I dished that thought too. He's meant to be with Kate, what changed? I swallowed as the car came to a halt. Did I seriously send my nude to my best friend's fiancé? Shit. How dumb could I have been? I mean, I'm and I was drunk but not that drunk. I heard footsteps and noises. Soon, strong arms came in sight as they pulled the trunk open and I stared at the bearer. As expected, it's no other person than Killian. "I'm home. Enjoy the ride?" He asks with a sly grin on his face. I can tell he's enjoying this a little too much. My brows creased. "Fuck you." He chucked. Killian grabbed my phone and purse then drew me out roughly. "Be gentle, you asshole!" I yelled but I doubt he's having any of it. I scoffed. I don't care if he's my professor but outside campus
- HAZEL -I sigh and roll to the other side. My eyes are still shut and I'm desperately trying to sleep. I'm so tired yet despite my efforts, I can't. I don't know if he just gave me a phobia for tiny spaces or if my actions still freak me out but I know my thoughts keep me from having a good night rest. I rolled back till my back rested on the bed and my body was flat. I'm staring at the ceiling. My eyelids slid open and I sighed again. This will surely be a long night. If I can't sleep, I most definitely can do something to keep me company. My eyes ran around the plain grey walls in this room. I scoffed. This man sure loves grey. Or was it me who came up with using the colour grey? I can't remember and it's a good thing. This proves I'm moving on. Moving on would be a lot more easier if I am not in his house. Alone with him, again. I clenched my fists on the duvet over my body and raised it up to look at my legs. I'm wet as fuck too. Of course I won't do anything, in fact, h
- HAZEL -I still can't sleep. This time, it's not insomnia or thoughts keeping me awake, nor is it the noise from the tv. I sigh, well, it partially is. Just knowing he'd rather stay up all night than join me crushes my soul. I'm not asking for anything intimate, even if I want that, just a hug will do. I sigh and rolled to the side, clutching my hands under my pillow. Although it's so tempting to want more. It's so tempting to be self centered just this once. My body folded and I wrapped my arms around each other. It's cold. His windows are open and I think he likes it this way, despite the curtains being pulled shut. I ran my eyes around his bedside. There's no clock or anything here and I'm not with my phone so I don't know what the time is, but I won't be surprised if it's a few minutes to five am. I am so fatigued but unlike before, I'm self cautious. Am I that bad to share a bed with? Or is this just his way of avoiding me?"Not tired yet?" I ask, murmuring. My voice quivere
- KILLIAN - My watched beeped. My alarm has rang for the fifth time since I snoozed it. It's afternoon yet Hazel is still fast asleep. I promised to bring her to her dorm by eight but I guess that's not happening. I leaned over my chair to stare at the body sleeping peacefully on my bed. I don't know what to think. A student in a professor's bed sure would be the talk of the decade if it got out. I sighed and leaned back, staring at the file I'm working on my desk. Is that what she is to me though? A student? I turned back to face her. I'm starting to fear and wonder if she means more. More than Kate. A grin formed on my face as I laughed. I don't know what to name what I have with Kate. I love her though. Very much. My eyes peered at the bump in the duvet of my bed where she lays. Hazel was in that room last night, I need to change the locks or at least block every bit of passage in there. My jaw tightened. I fear what would've happened if she actually saw something. I fear
- HAZEL - My neck hurts terribly. I don't know what Killian put there but the pain is unbearable. "Okay Kate, I appreciate the care but you can let go of me now." I forced a giggle. I'm trying to hide my tears from rolling down my cheeks. Seeing them together.... seeing her lean over to kiss him... watching him pull her closer and whisper in her ears just made me realise how hard it is to be around them. How much it hurts. Killian loves Kate and I can't do anything about it. I shouldn't. I really should put our first night behind us. It's the best thing to do obviously. Asking him to sleep with me? How selfish was that? She's literally my best friend. I sniffed. Kate didn't let go of my wrist so I forced my arm out of her grip and wiped my eyes gently with my fingers. "Hazel are you okay?" She asks, moving towards me. I really want to push her away but at the same time, I can't. It's not her fault that she smells like him or she's engaged to him. And it's definitely not her faul
- KATE -"This isn't part of what we agreed on, you shouldn't let her in. You shouldn't let anyone in. And in your room? What is wrong with you Killian?!" I ask, walking toward him from the door entrance. It is night. Once I was sure Hazel was fast asleep and no one would need me for anything throughout the night, I headed over to Killian's. Killian is playing with his zippo and as much as I hate to realise it, I feel like he's not even listening to me. Like he doesn't care about what I'm saying. "It doesn't mean anything, Kate." "Doesn't mean anything?" I stood in front of him and pushed his body to his side by his shoulder just so he stares at me. "Can you say that about everyone else involved? You know how dangerous it is for anyone to be around you." I argued. He knows that very well. I do too. Which is why I care about Hazel. He can bring any friend, be it man or woman but not her. Never her. She's my best friend and I'll hate it if something happens to her because of me. Beca
- HAZEL -I yawned. My eyes slowly drifted open and I swung my arm to the side a little. Ow! My neck still hurts from yesterday. I really hope the ache dies down soon. I rested my palm flat on my bed and pushed my body up to sit up straight. I was faced with confusion when I noticed the sheets. These aren't mine. I rub an eye with my fingers and yawn again. This time, my eyes are fully open. This is not my room either. Although it's the same architectural design, the decorations are different, down to the colour of the wall paint. Maybe I attended a sleepover that I'm unaware of? I can't really tell. Ugh, I feel like I got drunk again. I glanced at the chair by the side of the bed. Whoever's bed this is, the person must be lucky. I would kill to sleep at the bottom. On top of the chair is a bottle of water and a saucer covered with another saucer. Pasted on the top of the saucer is a post note with the writing 'Eat me'. I took the saucer on top of the other off and stared at wha