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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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If you know The Weeknd, you should know what to expect of this chapter.
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"Miss, you must eat." Leevy insists, eying the tray of untouched food with a cynical expression. I sigh, lifting myself so that I am propped up, resting on my forearms, my face creased from where it has laid on the fabric, unmoving, for hours. I tilt my head to the side, flicking my hair over my shoulder, in the hope it will offer my flushed neck a deserved breeze, and rid of this stickiness that has come from my sweating.
"I am not hungry, Leevy." I chime in a melody, rolling my head to rid of the tightness, before slamming by face back into the cushion, to hide the smile that has not left my face. I have been smiling so wide, my cheeks are aching, but I cannot stop. I could squeal with how utterly exuberant I am. My legs lift, kicking in a fluttery manner, a similar motion to how the butterflies in my stomach beat their frenzying wings. My heart twists, clenches, my whole body tightening and my brain fuzzes till a single thought remains.
Kian.
Always Kian. I cannot remove him from my mind. The way he speaks, the way he smiles. His fingers in my hair, caressing up my thighs, inside the heat of my core. His kisses, his brazenness, him. I am lovesick – utterly, truly, lovesick.
I fist the duvet cover in my palms, holding them tight as I try to expel as much emotion as I can into the subtle movement. Still, the smile doesn't fade and with a contented groan, I spin my body and sit upright, combing the hair from my face. "Are you on drugs?" Leevy asks me incredulously.
"What? No!" I exclaim through a laugh. She doesn't seem all that convinced. It takes only her next movement to extinguish my glee, however – dressing the torso mannequin in my wedding dress. "Already?" I mutter.
She turns to me with a solemn expression. "It came this morning. I've been requested to ensure the fit is satisfactory." She informs.
"Not today." She bows her head at the finality of my tone, directing her attention to the tray of untouched food, all while I keep my eyes trained on the dress, over which a light plastic coating has been laid to protect the fabric from dust. The door clicks with her departure, but I just remained focused on the dress, for how long, I can't be sure. Somehow, its being here, makes this whole ordeal far too real. Knowing I will be wearing it in just short of two weeks' time, when my life will change forever.
It is the movement of my drapes that finally splits my attention, then Kian who emerges from beyond them. The smile pasted on his lips is enough to brighten my deflated mood. With my arms wrapped around his neck, my height extended as I rest on the tips of my feet, I press a kiss to him, held tight by the hands that brace either side of my waist. "I've missed you." I mumble.
"Yeah?" He grins, kissing the tip of my nose. "That good, huh?" I scoff, blushing violently at his suggestive tone and lean away, though his hold on me means I can't go very far. "I'm playing." He grins, pulling me back so I am flush to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around me. I sigh into his chest, though my blissful state is soon interrupted when he hands squeeze harshly on either cheek of my rear, eliciting a startled yelp.
