The Don of Night✔

Thirty-Three

Kian had watched Ellie over the past three months from afar. 

He would see her back or her face from a great distance, but nothing prepared him for finally seeing her up close again. 

The entire night Kian had stood in the shadows of the art building. It was tens of people there, but his eyes remained on the silhouette of her body. 

He watched, completely entranced by her. 

He could tell she was nervous. He saw her wipe her hands so many times on the fitted black pants she wore. He knew that was something she did when she was nervous. 

He remembers her telling him that her hands sweat when she was. 

It was weird because although they weren't together anymore, Kian still held so much information about her in his head. 

He knew the ins and out of the streets of New York and he was fine with that, but the things he knew about Ellie would always be his pride and joy.

The way he knew that despite how nervous she was, she was also very proud of her piece. Kian knew by the way she melted into a smile and begin speaking amicably when asked about it. 

He knew that she was passionate still, by the way, her hands would come into play as she explain it. 

Kian had planned to just let it be. 

To leave after the exhibition was done, but when his mind had turned towards the exit his feet had turned towards her. 

Before his strength can kick in, he was already planted silently behind her watching as she studied her art piece that he was upset she didn't auction. 

Kian watched Ellie's face morph into appreciation and adoration, unaware that his face was doing the same for her.

"Ellieandra" 

He clamped his mouth shut when he realized that he had spoken. What was he doing?

Although he wanted to talk to her, see her, touch her, he wasn't sure if they were ready for it. 

Had enough time passed yet?

Kian wasn't sure, nor did he care for it, but he knew it was important to Ellie. He would be damned if he upset her even more. 

"Kian" 

Kian closed his eyes for more than a split second in satisfaction at hearing her say his name again. Her soft voice was something he had craved.

Ellie didn't turn around, more so out of weakness than strength. Kian however, stepped closer his chest closer to her back. He couldn't help himself but breathe her in. She still smelt like her coconut shampoo that he missed.

"Tell me about it?" he asked. He glanced at the piece, but like a magnet, his eyes gravitated back to her immediately. 

Ellie tilted her head to the side, "It's about making it there despite the odds against you" she tried to paraphrase her thoughts, considering they had all scrambled since Kian came.

"Beautiful. Is it based on someone?" Kian's deep voice came over her shoulder and the dull music in the background. The sensation that ran down her spine should be a medical issue.

Ellie finally looked over her shoulder at him, tilting up to meet the grey eyes that she thought she would only have memories of.

Kian felt the same way he felt when he saw her in the club dancing with her friends. 

His heart constricting and his blood running warm. If he wasn't used to this happening over the course of dating her, he would be sure this was what a heart palpitation felt like.