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My heart was beating so hard against my ribs that it was really taking its toll physically, while my hands started to tremble and it was becoming difficult to hold the phone properly.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and blindly tucked it back into the inside pocket of the jacket. He deserved that I believed his words. Whatever he and Chloe had, or didn't have, was his own business.

Tired and exhausted, I got up from the chair, draped my jacket over my arm, and then walked quietly to his room to nervously knock on the door. But he didn't answer. Was he in the bedroom with Thomas? Before I could secretly listen at the door opposite, Thomas came out with a suit.

"Good night," he smiled, then walked down the hall to the front door like it was the most normal thing in the world.

What a weird guy he was...

I shake my head at him and look back at Kiyan's door. He was probably asleep already, so I went to my room with that jacket on. Inside I was totally annoyed that I couldn't give it back to him, because this way the temptation remained in my hands and I could change my mind at any time.

What a stressful situation!

I closed my door behind me, laid my jacket on my bed and was about to go to the windowq to lower the shades when I winced violently at the sight of Kiyan sitting at my desk. My heart was aching from the shock and I had to blink and breathe several times just to regain my senses.

He didn't seem to notice my excitement, because he was looking at my drawings calmly and didn't seem to be here at all mentally.

I also just stood there and watched him sideways until he put the paper back on the table and looked over at me.

"Why are you always so jumpy?" he then asked, obviously amused, because his eyes sparkled at me in amusement while he got up and slowly walked towards me. He had already changed and to my amusement he was wearing only a tight white shirt and dark sweatpants.

I unconsciously bit my lip, eyed him curiously, and when he stopped right in front of me, he lifted my chin a little so that our eyes met.

"Hmm?" he whispered and I blushed because I had completely forgotten his question from staring, which of course he didn't miss. "What are you so distracted by?" he asked with a grin and I had to giggle at myself at the moment. I had to seem crazy to him, which I was right, because I was crazy about him, even though it seemed so absurd.

Then, when his eyes fell on my bed behind me, he released the grip from my chin and rummaged in his jacket. In the meantime I ran to the window and tried to calm down a bit. His presence alone made me so confused that it seemed so unreal. As if I were dreaming it all, but I certainly didn't want to wake up.

I tugged on the ribbon and watched the shades slowly darken the room until I left a few narrow slits so I could still see everything.

When I turned to face him, to my disappointment, he was sitting on the edge of my bed, rapidly tapping away on his phone. I could already guess with whom he was writing and thought about my next steps.

Either I would ask him to go and sleep alone now, or I would make him talk to me about everything...

Just sitting on his lap and kissing him would have been a good idea too, but I wouldn't be able to do that. The alcohol didn't seem strong enough for that... unfortunately!

"Who are you texting with?" I suddenly blurted out unexpectedly and as I stared at him in disbelief at myself, he gave me a questioning look.

He put the phone down and gestured with his hand for me to sit on his lap, which I did without thinking.

"That was just Chloe. She's freaking out a little bit," he explained and, grateful for his honesty, I just beamed at him as I settled comfortably on his lap and he wrapped his strong arms around my petite body. "One could almost think that you are happy about her lyrics."

He inspected my still smiling face and immediately my grin faded and I felt a little caught. After all, he didn't know that I knew who had written to him and it should stay that way.

"No, I'm just glad to be home after tonight," I breathed softly. Realizing that it was already morning, I then had to yawn extensively and lay my head on his shoulder, whereupon I could observe on his cheek how the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and the dimples that I so liked him developed would like.

"You can be really cute, you know that?" he then asked quietly, stroking my back gently and evenly.

"I'm trying," I breathed, embarrassed, unable to suppress a grin. It made me incredibly happy to be so close to him.

He then carefully got up with me in his arms and walked right in front of the mirror of my closet, lowering me down to stand behind me with his hands on my waist.

"Take off the pullover. I don't want to see it on you for a second longer," he spoke quietly, but somehow also threateningly, and I immediately took off the pullover and stood in front of him in just my tight top. He started to play with one hand in my hair, kissing tenderly down my shoulder while gazing at me in the mirror over and over again.

I felt desire coursing through my body at the sight of him, excitedly watching as he kissed the length of my neck and neck, then holding my breath as his other hand slowly slid down my stomach to press the button to stop my jeans.

I've never felt so hot in my life! Never in my life have I been so nervous and yet every touch, every kiss and every look just felt absolutely right....