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Tamara.“What kept you so long?” Hazel groans as she opens the door but then she stops, taking me in. “You look…,” she trails off, as if struggling to find the right words. “So unlike you, what's going on?”I walk past her, and she shuts the door, trailing behind me.I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.Hazel steps in front of me, arms crossed, eyes on me, waiting.I don't respond immediately.She shifts on her feet. “Tamara?” I lift my gaze.“You don't have to go full detective on me. I'm okay— I've just been feeling a bit weird lately, that's all.”Her eyes doesn't leave me. “You sure?”I wave my hand up and about. “I'm sure, now where's the pizza?”I push to my feet, and head straight to the kitchen. “I'm starving,” I say over my shoulder.Hazel doesn't buy it yet. She rounded the counter, pulls the pizza box out and put it in my hands asking. “How have you been feeling?”We settle around the dining table, and I peeked up at her. “You just won't let this go, woul
Tamara.Chloe's words cling to me like a second blanket.I mull over it, blinking.It's so unlikely to not run into her all week. Well, this explains why.Is she leaving?For the love of God, Tamara. Just. Go.My brain screams at me.I moved, climbing up the stairs but I don't leave completely.My curiosity won't let me. I hang back by the hallway, listening.They're talking but their voices are down, and I can't really make out most of their words.I should leave but I don't. Then I peek down the stairs, in an obvious attempt to eavesdrop while trying to be subtle.Killian’s back is to the stairs but Chloe is directly facing it, from the angle she's standing, she might actually get to see me if I'm not being too careful.Then she does something that's so perfectly her, she spreads her arms for a hug, and Killian obliged.She rubs her hands in soothing circles at his back, and the longer I watched, the more my stomach twist.I don't hover anymore, I whirl around and walk straight to
Killian.I hear Tamara's footsteps hit the stairs fast but then it slows.Even I paused for a second.The silence that follows is heavy. I can feel the tension buzzing in the walls, crawling across the back of my neck.I tilt my head, peeking at Tamara. Her hand is perched against the banister, stopping mid-step.But then I move. Trying to smoothen things before Chloe says more.I inch closer to her. “Chloe, can we at least talk first?” I say, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible. “Please?”Those words are barely out when I hear shuffling in the stairs and then footsteps fades.She's gone.I look to be sure. She truly is.I turned to face Chloe again, my features more relaxed.Another step closer. “You told my mom I called this off?” I ask, eyes on her.But Chloe shifts on her feet, clutching her handbag tighter under her arm. Her chin lifts off the stairs, just enough to meet my eyes.For a second— just a second— I think she might just laugh this off. Maybe tell me she was j
Tamara.Killian pulls himself into my path, close enough that I can feel the heat off his skin.My breath stumbles.I can even barely breathe.I stare at him and I almost want to side step him and walk away but I don't.My eyes lingered, half furious, half intrigued, if that makes sense.It stayed there, dropping to his slightly unbottoned shirt.God.I shouldn't be thinking about how close we are, how good it'd feel to touch his abs, or how warm his mouth will be if I bridge the gap. I should be thinking about the fact that he's blocking my path, refusing to move.I blink away, cursing inwardly and then I regained myself and snap my eyes back at him.He's still in my way.“Step aside, Killian.” I hissed, eyeing him.He doesn't move, not even an inch.“I can't do that, Tamara.” He says, eyes on me. “I can't keep up with this unsettling silence.”I roll my eyes and cross my arms. “Why?” I ask. “As long as I can remember we haven't been talking, so why can't you keep up with it now?”Si
Killian.Tamara has been doing a clean job avoiding me, her timing is the most perfect I'd ever witnessed, she's always out or in her room whenever I'm around.It's almost like she's invincible, except that most times I hear her converse with people on the phone, and her screeching tires whenever she's driving out.I so much want to put an end to this no talking–spree but I can't.It's hard but I have to live off it.Seb says to give her time.Damon thinks she's shielding herself. But from what exactly?I don't even bite.But my friends clearly thinks otherwise.When I told them what went down, they just went dead still.“Well, aren't you both going to say something?” I had asked, my eyes scanning them.Damon sets his glass down. “What do you expect us to say, Killian?” He mused. “It was bound to happen, you live in a house with a beautiful woman who you're very much into, all that argument will be settled on a bed,”“Fuck you, Damon,”Sebastian laughs, the kind that has no filter. “G
Tamara.By some miracle, I make it to the weekend without locking horns with Killian.The weird part is, I haven't seen Chloe all week.It's so unlike her to not want to be in my face, trying to stake her claim.And not just that— it's been one hell of a silent week, agonizing silence, both at home and at work.Alex is mercifully avoiding me, that day after I left his house, he called all through, dead set at blowing up my phone.I didn't answer a single one.Somehow he realized I wasn't going to pick up and stopped calling.It's — it's not like I don't want to talk to him but I was just having a hard time processing everything.I start to understand the looks I got at work, the murmurs, the not-so discreet whispers, even my position in the company being vacant all these years.It starts to make much sense.I know I'm good at what I do but I find myself questioning the reason why Alex gave me my job back in the first place. Was it because I truly deserved it by hardwork or…?God, my t







