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Faith 4

Faith

We worked together for more than an hour, falling into a comfortable routine as we tackled a good amount of paperwork.

I was happy to finally be doing something useful, but more so, to be spending time with Kai. We often steal glances at each other amid our work. It felt nice to be around him, I finally felt at home.

I reached for another file when my stomach growled embarrassingly loud.

Kai closed his folder. "I think now's a good stopping point."

I shook my head. "I just have a couple more..."

He grabbed the file from me. "I am more than grateful for all that you have done, but even I take breaks. And right now I could use some food."

I nodded letting him pick me up. Just when I thought he was going to drop me off in the room, he kept advancing down the hall and the stairs towards the kitchen. My heart hammered in my chest as he rounded the corner. A breath of relief came from me as I scanned the empty kitchen.

He set me down on the counter before he walked over toward the fridge. "What are you in the mood for?"

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"Faith..." his hand tightened on the handle.

Shit, my thoughts. "Whatever is fine. I'm not picky. A sandwich is fine."

He grabbed things to make a sandwich before returning to my side. He worked silently on the side of me. Although he appeared to be concentrating on preparing our meal, I could tell his mind was elsewhere.

Soon after, the delicious scent of his arousal hit me.

"Kai," I started.

He shook his head. "Eat." He pushed the plate over to me.

I breathe in his scent. I'd rather be putting something else in my mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned under his breath making my sex clench.

There was so much tension in the air right now. I'm sure we were both afraid to move.

"Give me a second." He quickly left the kitchen, abandoning me and the two massive sandwiches he made for himself.

I tried to calm down as well, busying myself with scuffing down the delicious sandwich he made me.

A few minutes later, he returned.

He didn't say anything, as if minutes ago he wasn't aroused by the thought of me. He quickly ate his sandwiches before grabbing me and taking me back upstairs.

"Aren't we going back to work?" I asked as he took me into our bedroom.

He shook his head. "We got a lot done today. Besides, it's already 9, you need your rest." He placed me on the bed.

I pouted. "I'm not tired."

He kissed my forehead. "Tough, go to sleep." He turned toward the closet, coming out soon after with a pair of boxers and sweat. "Goodnight." He headed towards the door.

I frowned. "Where are you going?"

"To shower and bed." He stated as if it were obvious.

I nodded. "Yeah I got that much, but the bathroom is that way."

He shook his head. "Yeah, but I also have a bathroom across the hall where I've been sleeping."

I didn't want him to go, I didn't like the idea of him sleeping away from me. "But this is your room. You can shower and... you can sleep here." I played with the hem of my shirt.