KISAREL."It’s today…” I forced a smile as I sat on my boss’s desk, patting his sleek, dark hair where his head rested on my thighs.“Mhm,” he said, his hands tightening around my waist.His eyes were closed, his face turned slightly toward my stomach, and one of his hands had slipped under the edge of my blouse like he needed skin, not fabric.I traced the line of his jaw and felt how rigid it was, how the muscle there kept ticking even with his eyes shut, and I knew this stillness wasn't peace."You're tense," I said softly. My thumb moved along his temple.His thumb paused against my waist. “I’m always tense.”“No.” I brushed my fingers through his hair again, watching the black strands slip between my fingers. “Not like this. You're panicking, aren't you? I can feel it."He didn't answer immediately."Are you scared?"A breath left him slowly against my skin. "Yes."His honesty surprised me. Oceans Stark didn't admit to fear. He admitted to inconveniences, to irritations, to other
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