SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 105

- HAZEL -

Two long hours. If that isn’t enough to curse at nature then I don’t know what is.

I finished my take away meal on my way here while checking on Killian via text. I feel so horrible that he had to wait for two long hours for me. I wonder if he’s still here. I hope he is. With the slight ache I feel on my lower tummy, seeing him sometimes makes me forget I’m in such pain.

Shit. I need to change my sanitary pad. It should be overflowing now. Ugh.

The driver drops me in front of my dorm. Part of me is psyched to finally be here but the other part is scared that if I stand, there’ll be a paint of red on his seat. I hope not.

I get up carefully, looking at the seat. A sigh of relief leaves my lips. There’s no stain. At least I don’t have to give him money to fix the damage or not ruin my reputation on the app. I’ll give him a good review, that’s for sure.

“Thank you. Have a nice night.” I say to him the moment I jam the door carefully.

“You too, miss.” He responds. The uber driver reverses and I stare at him drive away. I sigh. No one’s outside. This is rare, but I love how the night outside the dorm is quiet.

Now, to text Killian!

I hold my phone to my face.

‘Still here. . .’ I start typing when my phone rings. My eyes widens and I pick the call immediately.

“Just at the back where we met before. The first time we met at night.” He groans. “Come to me, Hazel.” Killian says. The call ends. How did he know I was here?

I look around, searching for a trace of him. There’s none. I’m stunned that he remembers that spot. That night, I was so eager to see him and left my room without having a good look at what I was wearing. What he had to say didn’t really sit well with me back then.

I chuckle. I remember this moment like it was yesterday. I wonder how today will be now that we’re together.

I want to go and have a quick change but if I enter my room now, I wonder if I’ll be able to get out quickly, especially if those girls are up.

I hold my phone in my hand and make my way to the place. Once I get there, I stop to stare at the male silhouette standing before me. The person turns like he noticed my presence. Despite the dim lighting, I can see him. See the plains of his gorgeous face.

A smile forms on my lips and I walk forward. Killian’s walks to me too. He pulls my body to his roughly when we stand in front of each other. His hugging has become something I look forward to. How he pulls me either gently or roughly yet holds me gently. Caresses my back while keeping me pressed on his chest like he’s trying to feel my soul.

It’s therapeutic. I can feel the care. I can feel the love. Although, Killian has never told me that he loves me. I don’t want to put pressure on him so I guess I’ll just wait patiently because I already know what I feel for him is love. Maybe I fell for him too fast but who wouldn’t? This relationship hasn’t had thorns. I hope none shall arrive in the future.

My body is still pressed against his and I inhale, enjoying his cologne. “You do know I have classes tomorrow, right?” I manage to say.

“You know you have my subject tomorrow, too?” He grumbles in my ears.

I would never miss that.

“Having you in front of me yet acting like I don’t know you sucks on so many degrees.” His hand tightens around me and I squeak. I can barely breathe.

I struggle to tilt my head up a little to catch some air. A whimper leaves my lips. “K. . .illi. . .an. . .” I gasp. “I can’t—“ His hands loosen before I finish my sentence. I gasp in air as he lets me go.

“Sorry.”

“You’re so much bigger than me. Be careful so you don’t squash me.” I say. I look up to face him. My brows furrows the moment I see his face, is that a smirk? I want to nudge him with my arm but I can’t.

It’s a few minutes to nine and because of me, we can’t do stuff like we planned. We don’t have a lot of time to spend together. I sigh. He’s here now. I don’t want to think about anything that’ll ruin the mood.

“Hey,” Killian’s calm voice rings in my ears as he holds my chin up. “Why the gloomy face?”

I huff. “I just wish you wouldn’t be gone so soon.” Sneaking out to meet him is the only way we can be together romantically on school premises and I don’t want this to get old for him.

Can he ever get tired of this? Of us? Can he one day want a more open relationship with someone who’s not a student?

“I’m here if you want me to stay. Just say the word.” He murmurs. That’s reassuring.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, kitten.”

I take deep breaths. I remember when I couldn’t breathe when he was this close to me. Now I love inhaling every bit of air around him. “Will you ever get tired of me?” I blurt out, my face to the ground. “Will you someday want more that I won’t be able to give? Maybe someone your class. Wealthy. Independent. . .” I sigh. “Someone like you.” A sad smile forms on my face. His answer to this will either break me or make me confident. I hate that I’m this vulnerable to someone’s words.

“Never.” Killian says to me. He tilts my head up to face him. “You give me so much more than I ever want, Hazel.” My lips part slightly as I look into his eyes. They’re so intense yet pure. . ., does that make sense? You know when people say you can read someone’s eyes because eyes don’t lie? His eyes tells me he’s saying the truth. “And I don’t want someone like me. God, no!” He puts a hand on my waist and draws me closer to him. “I have money. I worked so hard to have someone to spend on. To take care of. I’m happy doing that.” He whispers into my face. “Class? You have it better than anyone I know.” This puts a smile on my face. “I love breaking the things I won’t normally do just to meet your needs. I enjoy it. Being with you gives me peace. You make me happy, Hazel, so no, I’ll never trade that for anything else.” Killian’s words are melting my soul. Is there something greater? Is this his way of telling me that he loves me?. . . I so desperately want to hear those words. “The world can perish just to make you feel okay. No one else matters to me. My eyes are just for you.” His nose rests on the plains of my face. I can feel his lips on my skin.

“Did you also say that to Kate?”

“What Kate and I have is nothing compared to this. It’s complicated. We have nothing at all.”

But you’re engaged, I want to say but I don’t. I wish he let me know what they have but why am I so concerned? He says he doesn’t want more. He says I am more.

“Tell me you love me.” I beg. I need him to say it to me.

Killian’s breathing halts. Did what I asked come as a shocker? A lump forms in my throat. Does he not love me?. . . “I love you.” He breath. “There. I said it. Now let me kiss you.”

My breathing hitches. I can’t tell if he said it because I told him to or because he actually does but my heart is dancing around those words and his face is so close to mine that it’s hard to resist.

“Kiss me.” I whisper into his face. Soft lips taints mine. I open my mouth to let him enter and he does. Killian’s tongue claims my mouth, shattering every environmental view I had.

His hand goes to the back of my head, holding my face to his as he devours my mouth. His hot breath fans my face, making me intoxicated. I lean my head closer, locking my lips deeper in his as my tongue twines around his.

A sharp gasp leaves my lips as something hard pokes my belly. This sends fire to my core. I close my eyes and let him kiss me, getting lost in the heat. A warm liquid trails down my face.

Tears. I’m crying. The way he kisses me isn’t rough. It’s gentle yet needy. I can feel the burning desire in his tongue. I can feel it in the move of his fingers all over my skin yet he’s holding himself from touching me further and that is thrilling. Especially because I know he’s horny.

He always reminds me that it’s not about his pleasure, it’s about mine. And even now, despite his lust, he wants to let me know he loves me.

“I love you, Killian.” I say in his mouth.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that again.” He whispers into my mouth and locks his tongue with mine again.

He has? Butterflies raid my tummy.

A sudden halt in Killian’s movement gets my attention.

“Is something wrong?” I ask breathlessly, looking at his face.

“No. I just thought I heard someone.”

This makes me smile. “I should be going.” His eyes return to me. He doesn’t want me to go. “And you better take care of that.” I say, pointing at the bulge between his legs. I escape his clutches and walk backwards, my face to him. “See you in class tomorrow.” I wave.

Killian stands there, a sly grin on his face which reads; I can’t believe she did that.

I turn around so I don’t fall. The day ended well indeed.