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chapter eight | neck kiss

chapter eight|neck kiss

Nevaeh Stolly

Zaiah puts me down but his hand is still on my waist.

The flour begins to disappear and the person in front of us becomes clearer.

I calm down when I recognize my sister who sits stunned at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Hi, Lilah!" I say innocently and I head to my sister moving away from Zaiah.

When I get in front of her I hug her and she does the same.

"Who is she?" Zaiah asks when I break the hug with her.

"Who are you in the first place?" says she in a rude tone.

My sister is not usually rude but since she is pregnant she is very rude to everyone.

"He's Zaiah." I stop him before he speaks.

"Zaiah Dolivo? Like in the family mother works for?" She walks away from me and sits down in a chair.

"Yes."

"What war have you had here?" Lilah asks when she looks around the kitchen.

"A war on food. And I obviously won." my sister smiles proudly at me. "That's my girl."

"Did you come to see mom?" I ask her, sitting next to her and Zaiah leans with his hands against the back of my chair.

"I've come to see you both." She takes a piece of salami left on a plate. This reminds me that we have to clean up this place before mom gets home.

"Why does Zahai wear my husband's clothes?"

"Zaiah." the boy behind me corrects her.

"That still doesn't answer my question, Zahai." I know Zaiah wants to say something but I stop him.

"It rained and his clothes were wet. So I gave Mick's clothes."

She just nods. "Well, we have to clean up here until mom comes. You can sleep if you want." When I finish the sentence, Lilah yawns and goes to her former room and when she passes me she gives me a small kiss on the cheek.

"Now we need to start cleaning up what we did."

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After we finished cleaning the whole kitchen, the pizza was done and now we were in my room. I finished eating the first slice of pizza and Zaiah sits in the chair next to my desk, looking at the books I have on the shelves, "You have quite a few books," he says.

"And the fact that I read them all worries me terribly." Zaiah looks at me a little surprised but turns his gaze to something else. "I have quite literally no life."

"Why are you reading?" He asks me and this time he looks at me.

I shrug and try to answer. "I don't know. I like the fact that I'm one person but I live so many other lives. I mean in one life I can be a hero and in another, I can be the most feared villain. In another, I may be a princess and in another, I may be a fairy or a witch. There are so many options, Zaiah! And the fact that I can live them all is amazing. "

Zaiah looks at me as if he understands me. "And what's your favourite book?"

That's a hard question. "Umm. Well, I could say I don't have a favourite book. I liked each one and it gave me a sense of happiness. And each made me cry more than it should."

Zaiah just hums the answer and after he bites the pizza on his plate.

A few seconds pass in silence until my stupid mouth decides to break the silence. "Can you kiss my neck?"