Book #2 of the (trapped in series)
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Kylie Deborah King
Innocently raised by her top mafia family of America, a gorgeous girl with long and curly black hair with blue eyes. You'd i...
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𝕷𝖆𝖎𝖓'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛'
"You're good, Ky. Close your eyes." I brush her hair down her back watch her smile and go back to sleep next to me.
Her hand was around my waist and her head lying on my shoulder.
It's five in the morning and she's cluelessly woken up a couple of times asking where we are and what time it is. It's a weird habit of hers to wake up a lot when she's not in her bed and I agree with her, there's no place more comfortable than your bed.
"You smell so nice," she snuggles more into my chest and I take a deep breath trying my best not to grab and squeeze her, she makes me crazy.
"Thank you," I play with her hair and nudge her chin, making her look at me.
"I haven't seen you with glasses in a long time." She reminds me and immediately I want to groan.
I hate wearing those glasses they make me look like a gym rat who in their spare time likes to read.
"I can see fine." I shrug but she doesn't seem to believe me. She was there when the doctor told me the level I was on and she tends to remind me once in a while that I need to start using them.
"You really can't. You squint so hard sometimes, I can't even laugh because I feel bad." She giggles and I look away from her face, trying not to smile.
"You're so mean," I shake my head and smile from ear to ear even though I was trying hard not to. "And they make me look like a nerd. Not that I don't like nerds I just don't like looking shy and nice." That's dumb, I'm blabbering.
And that made her laugh even more. "Lain, you little baby. You are nice and shy, what are you talking about?" She pulls up to lean on her elbows to see me better.
"Nooo! I'm not nice and definitely not shy. I don't know what you are on," I raise an eyebrow and slide my palm under my head.
"I'm not on anything, you are shy. You never look at me when I'm wearing a bikini or something revealing." She sits up and starts to argue with me.
"Well that's just disrespectful you know, I shouldn't be staring at you when you're showing skin," I state and stare at her, waiting for her to hit me with one of her comebacks.
"I mean you have a girlfriend too so that's understandable. Though I've noticed you don't look at her either, what's up with that?" I scrunch my eyebrows at her.
"How do you know that?" I ask.
"Well, I notice sometimes." She shrugs looking down, huh, she's observant. "And you saying 'why would I stare' it's a lie. I've caught you lacking many times." She makes an attempt to raise her left brow but fails, although there's a sparkle in her eyes, she thinks she won.
Yeah, I do get caught staring at her sometimes, who wouldn't look at her? Even if she's not showing skin, she's admirable you can't deny it.
"I'm blind, aren't I? Sometimes they wander and I can see absolutely nothing." I raise my hand and drop it right back down on my stomach.
