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"It's about how your hips move," the hand that sits on my waist finds my hip, his fingertips trailing lightly along the fabric of my skirt. "When you arch your spine," he continues on, letting that same hand migrate...
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"Perhaps you can stay just a little while longer?" I ask in a voice so whiney, I hardly recognise it to be my own. Kian breathes a laugh, his shoulders shaking as a result, which jolts my head slightly as it rests against him.
We have sat like this for hours now; on the cushioned lounge seat I requested to have put out on my balcony. It is not exactly big enough for the pair of us, but if sit just right, mostly on Kian's lap if I am to be completely honest, we can both enjoy the new comfort.
It is perhaps daring of us to sit out in the open – toying precariously with the threat of discovery – but this evening was one just far too beautiful. A perfectly clear sky faded a midnight blue, marked erratically by blinking stars, so bright they were near blinding. It was actually his suggestion. He had wanted to draw the constellations with me, guiding my finger along the patterns in the sky as he spoke of the stories behind them. So, we settled together, having pulled the chair so protected by the doors on either side, but the sky still our panoramic view.
I fell cold at one point, so brought a blanket to cuddle the pair of us in. With its hem fisted in my hand and tucked neatly beneath my chin, my body warmed by the furnace, namely Kian, beneath me, I have never been any more content. Moving now would simply be unjustified.
"See that," he lifts a hand from the protection of our blanket and lets his index finger point in the direction of the sky, where bleeds the ablaze orange of dawn into the even-lightening sky. "That's sunrise. Which means any minute now, your staff are going to come in this room to feed you grapes, and I can't be here when they do."
I frown, burying further into his solid frame. "They do not feed me grapes on Thursdays." I mumble defiantly, and he presses a long kiss to my hair, offering me a few more seconds of bliss. Then, he shuffles beneath me, silently urging me to stand. I do so, a foul mood quickly engulfing me, with a frown on my face to display such.
"Didn't have you down to be clingy." He grins, tilting his head as he takes in my demeanor, one hunched with insolence as I mumble at the cold that now nips at my skin without Kian to warm me. "I'll be back." He assures me.
"Not tonight." I point out. "Eason and his parents are joining us for dinner. My parents will not dismiss me so early." Kian tuts, raising his brow.
"I'm sure you're old enough to tell them when you're tired." He leans forward, kissing my forehead.
"I am nearly twenty soon." I inform him gleefully as his lips rest against my skin. He pulls away to view my grin.
"Better get you a gift then, yeah?" He walks towards the railing of the balcony.
"What will my gift be?" I inquire. He lets himself face me completely, winking at me with a lopsided grin.
"Whatever you want baby." He muses with a suggestive wave of his brows before swinging himself over the railing and running off into the tree line, disappearing from view. I shake my head at his brashness, closing the balcony doors and letting my feet carry me towards my bed, hoping to take firm hold on the last few hours of rest I can claim.
