The Art of Redemption

05 | Kimani

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KITTY
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I shivered, huddled up on the couch with my iPad, engrossed in my sketches. The air held a frosty bite, and I wrapped my arms around myself for warmth. The city's lights twinkled through the window, creating a mesmerizing sight. But, I couldn't bare the cold.

Brrrrrrr.

Suddenly, a knock at the door jolted me from my creative trance.

Shit! Who could it be? It was late for God's sake.

Curiosity piqued, I set aside my iPad and got up to answer it. As I swung the door open, I was taken aback, my words caught in my throat.

Standing before me was Tobi Sinclair – my boyfriend.

His blue eyes held a mischievous glint, and a wide, cocky smile was plastered on his face. I couldn't help but admire the way his styled hair framed his features, accentuating his charm.

He was all decked up for me. For me!

Before I could utter a single word, he leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips, sending a jolt of surprise and warmth through me. It was as if the cold evening had suddenly turned into a canvas of unexpected emotions.

Purrrr.

In that fleeting moment, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he effortlessly lifted me off the ground.

His physique, sculpted by his time as a star basketball player at our university, never ceased to amaze me.

His strong arms held me securely, and I couldn't help but marvel at his strength. As he gently set me down on the dining table, I looked up at him, happiness evident in my eyes.

He had been away in New Jersey for his basketball commitments, and I had missed him more than words could express.

It was as if a part of me had been on hold since he left, and now, here he was, standing in front of me, like a piece of my world had finally fallen back into place.

"When did you get back?"

"In the nick of time," he replied, a soft smile playing on his lips. His fingers brushed my cheek, his touch familiar and comforting.

The realization that he was here, back in Clyde, sent a surge of warmth through me. His absence had created an ache that only his presence could soothe.

As he spoke, I found myself captivated by the earnestness in his eyes, a silent testament to the emotions he had carried with him during his time away.

"I missed you," his words were a gentle confession, filled with a sincerity that touched my heart.

The longing in his gaze mirrored my own feelings. The moment felt charged with an energy that crackled between us, igniting a spark that had been dormant since he left.

As if driven by an unseen force, his lips found the delicate curve of my neck, planting a kiss that sent a delightful shiver down my spine. The sensation pooled in the pit of my stomach, a tingling warmth that contrasted the chill of the evening air.

With every tender touch, I pondered how much I had missed his presence, his touch, his affection. Each moment apart had only amplified the depth of my emotions for him.