I sit down in Kia's room mulling over Kit's words. I just don't know what to believe anymore and I'm so confused.
I wish I knew how he felt, because I know exactly how I feel and I can't get the bloody boy off my mind.
Kia waltzes in and thrusts something towards me. I glance at it and gingerly take it. It's a large, soft black t-shirt.
"For you to sleep in." Kia explains and I nod, changing out of my dress and pulling the t-shirt over my head.
It smells masculine and delicious and I swallow harshly.
"Kia, is this yours?" I ask and she shakes her head casually.
"Kit offered one of his for you to sleep in, it'll be comfier than anything I have." She says, struggling out of her dress and subsequently getting it caught on her earring.
I wander over to help her, laughing at how tangled she's managed to get.
"Isshat ok?" She mumbles
"What?" I ask, smiling as I successfully part Kia from her dress.
"Is Kit's shirt ok?" She repeats.
My breath catches in my throat and I nod, laughing breathlessly.
"Yeah, you didn't have to make him though, I could have just worn one of your shirts." I murmur.
Kia laughs at my comment.
"Oh I didn't make him do anything." Kia says suggestively and I blush.
We settle down to sleep and I restlessly look up at ceiling, willing myself to sleep and groaning when I feel the electric tension in the air. It always seems to plague me when I'm in Kias's house and this evening is no exception.
I toss and turn for what seems like hours, trying not to disturb Kia.
Finally I get up, wandering downstairs to get something to drink and hopefully clear my head.
I traipse into the kitchen, filling a glass with water and gloomily sip it as my eyes get heavier and heavier.
With a sigh I head back upstairs, my lips twitching upwards as I hear piano chords being softly played. I lean against his door gently, listening to his hypnotic lullaby and for a moment I feel at total peace.
I draw myself away reluctantly, heading back to Kia's room, knowing that thanks to Kit I'll finally get some sleep tonight.
My eyes are pulled close with fatigue and I fall into a peaceful slumber, the boy next door on my mind and a smile on my lips.
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Shy
Teen Fiction-A soulmate story- Kit Taylor keeps to himself. Awkward, reserved and anxious, he doesn't expect to find his soulmate. When he finds her in none other than Clara Evelyn, his twin sister's kind, talented and beautiful best friend, his world just abou...
