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Chapter 4- No trick

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Killian paid the pizza delivery guy and set the boxes on the coffee table. “Well, I should get going now.” He said straightening to make his leave.

She looked at him confused “wait, I can’t eat all this on my own.” She pointed at the pizza “besides you bought it and pizza is meant to be eaten in company. I don’t want to end up owning fifteen cats and eating pizza for dinner every night.”

“Yes that does sound like a problem” he said with a smirk. “Fine I’ll stay but only if we watch “The Illusionist””

“Oh what a hard deal to make!” she answered with mock struggle before getting up and setting the movie.

She sat back down and began to eat.

He loved how eager she was to spend time with, him but it also worried him how attached and attracted he felt towards her.

Halfway through the movie they had finished eating, she ate more than he expected she would, which he liked. He liked women with appetite.

When they finished the movie and the food he said “Do you like The Lord of the Rings?”

“Ah yeah I have the extended special edition” she said hopping over to were the special case was stored.

“Want to watch it?” he said with a small smile.

She scuffed and said “that’s like asking me if I want a unicorn! But you do know that each one is like three hours long, right?”

“Do you have anywhere else to be?” he stood up to stretch and she watched every single move he made. Oh my…

“N-no but you probably have better things to do.”

“Oh yes exams… but I’d rather spend my time here with you. Much more entertaining.” He neared her, he only needed to reach out and grab her. “So what do you say? I’m up for a marathon if you are.”

She flushed and looked up at him with burning brown eyes. “We’re going to need more popcorn.”

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-Kilian-

The food must have been laced with a sleeping agent because by the end of the second movie in the trilogy she was sound asleep on the couch, her feet were curled up almost in a fetal position as if not to touch him. He didn’t know if he felt upset or grateful that she wasn’t touching him, he didn’t know if he could have resisted the need for more of her touch.

He looked at her sleep for some time, she looked so peaceful and serene. But he couldn’t just let her sleep in the couch. He took the liberty to carefully pick her up. She was perfect in his arms, a woman with a healthy weight. She was limp in his arms completely gone in her sleep. He looked down at her and suddenly questioned if he could actually leave her here.