My mouth drops when the van pulls in. Not because I didn’t expect him to let a strange, hired van in, although this is a part of it, but because I didn’t expect to be here anytime soon. And definitely not now. It brings memories to me. Very vivid and wild memories. Memories of the two of us. Killian walks me in while Liam stays in the van, taking me through the front door. Every single infrastructure of this place makes my body yearn for something I could not imagine. Something I can’t put a name on, but even I know that it is something dangerous. Something dark. Something sinful. And I crave that sin now more than ever. “You coming?” His deep voice echoes in my ears like a pleasing chant. This snaps me back to reality. I didn’t notice I was standing outside the door till now. Killian’s hands are held up, waiting for me to take them. I didn’t even know when I let go of his hand. A warm, shy smile creeps its way to my lips as I stretch my hand forward, accepting the kind gesture. He takes me in. My eyes paint every single piece of furniture and workmanship in this place. Each piece of furniture holds a different memory. Like Christmas. I take a good sniff of the air. It smells just like the time I was here. Good, pleasant, very addicting. "And how, if I may ask, will I find something to wear here?" I ask, following him up the stairs. Everything in me tells me that I should not be in here. That for my sake and Kate’s, and most especially Killian’s, I should be the better person and resist the temptation being here alone with him brings but I don’t want to be that person. I am the last born for a reason and after that stunt he pulled in the van, how could I not crave things that I shouldn’t? "Shh." Killian hushes in a respectful, gentle tone. "If I tell you, it may ruin the surprise." He admits. As much as I don’t want to ruin the surprise, I also kind of want to. I fill my mouth with my lower lip, biting it softly. This is my way of fighting the urge to not ruin the surprise. Killian stops moving. I stop too, following his every lead. "Close your eyes, kitten." He utters. I let out an exhale before complying. The sound of a door opening resounds in my ears. "Don’t freak out." Killian says softly, leading me in to wherever he’s taking me to. My guess is, I’m walking into a room, but what I don’t understand is why whatever lays inside may freak me out. His earlier statement sure is something to think about. "Promise?" He asks. This surely gets my nerves up. I nod slowly, parting my lips open to let out the words he wishes to hear. "I promise." I murmur. “Now show me." I blurt out immediately after, completely impatient, while giggling. I can open my eyes with my free will, but I won’t. "Open those angelic eyes now, kitten." With how close his breath feels on my skin, I can tell he is next to me, and he’s still so close to me that I can feel this hot breath fan my facial skin and neck. I feel my breath hitch as I slowly pull my eyelids open. My heart melts immediately. I’m inside a walk-in closet. A female’s walk-in closet. "What is this place?" I ask, trying to understand. "It’s yours." Killian responds. Mine? How could this be mine? I don’t even live here, I gaze around, I have never even been here, nor did I put any of these things in. I’ve never had any of the clothes or shoes and every other thing here in my life, well, these exact ones in here. I need more than a few words of his to understand. "Well, as you know," Killian begins like he knew what was running through my mind. "I am your biggest stalker and number one perverty fan." This statement makes me roll my eyes and chuckle. He is now pacing around me, ensuring to lock eyes with me at every chance he gets while passing flirtatious glances my way. If I am not just a few years past high school, I would’ve said ’this brings me back to high school’. I love how his little action makes me grin. I love that he is actually trying hard to relate with me even though he’s so many years older than me. It tells me that he cares. Killian finally stops pacing around me and stands in front of me. "I’ve missed you, Hazel. So I made your own closet in my home so that whenever you come over, whenever it may be, you’ll always feel at home without having to worry about getting anything. Aside from just you." I. . . . I don’t know what to say. So many emotions crowd my mind all at once yet I can’t express it out verbally. My cheeks burn, I can already feel the redness. "You don’t have to say anything right now. You don’t have to say anything at all. Just know that my home is open to you, anytime and any day. Whenever you need. Even when you don’t need it." Strong arms wrap around me, enclosing me to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat against mine. So rhythmic and harmonious in its own weird way. I let myself melt in his embrace, wrapping my arms around him. My hand could barely wrap around his back but I don’t mind, I’m just happy to be within his reach and alone with him. It seemed like forever. "I forgive you for messing with me in the van." The deep laugh that leaves his mouth echoes in the room and I feel a vibrating sensation along with it against my chest. "I can always solve that for you, all you have to do is. . ’ Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel✶fire.net "Beg." We both chorus at the same time. I feel his body shift slightly away from mine. Killian looks down to face me without breaking our embrace. Desire is written all over his face, his eyes are dark and burning with something I can’t put a name on. I feel his hand slowly slide lower from my back, slipping underneath my dress. A short gasp escapes my lips. "Then what are you waiting for? Do what you need to do. And I will fulfill your every desire."