The Joke's on You(rewriting)

Chapter 3(edited)

Star woke up in the morning and found herself in the guest bedroom that Kris had provided for her. It felt strange to be alone without him by her side, especially after the intimate moments they had shared the previous night. Her body still yearned for his touch, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was some lingering connection between them. She was torn between two conflicting desires.

On one hand, she longed to seek comfort in his embrace, to feel his gentle caresses that brought her so much pleasure. The thought of him holding her tightly, whispering reassuring words in her ear, made her heart ache with longing. But on the other hand, a more sensual side of her craved for something more intense and passionate. She found herself fantasizing about him taking control, pushing her down into the bathtub, and indulging in their desires with a raw intensity that left her breathless.

Her mind was consumed by these thoughts, and she couldn't help but chide herself for succumbing to such desires. "Why can't I get these thoughts out of my head?" she muttered to herself, her lips swollen and raw from nervous chewing. "I can't even remember much about him, and yet I'm imagining these things. It's not fair!" she whined, feeling frustrated with herself.

Just as she was lost in her inner turmoil, there was a knock on the door, interrupting her thoughts. Startled, she called out for the person to enter. Kris walked into the room, dressed in a striking outfit that emphasized his well-built physique. He wore a black button-up shirt adorned with body belts, revealing his muscular chest and the tattoos that adorned his arms. His black cargo pants and fur coat added to his enigmatic presence.

Concerned by her earlier whining, Kris approached her, offering her a set of clothes and a coat. Star couldn't help but be captivated by his appearance, finding it difficult to focus on anything else. "These are some clothes my sister said you could have," he explained, his voice deep and commanding. "If you wear my clothes to the mall, people will notice, and it might give away our connection. You used to dress more femininely and revealingly, always confident in your own skin. I must admit, I used to be proud of that," he added with an unreadable expression.

Star couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity about the person she used to be and the experiences she had shared with Kris. Hesitantly, she asked him, "Do you still love her? The old me, I mean," fearing his response. Kris's reaction was unexpectedly sharp, tinged with a hint of anger. "What the fuck kind of question is that?" he retorted, causing her to flinch and draw away from him.

Sighing, Kris softened his tone and clarified, "I do still love her, or rather, I love you. You're still her, Star. You just need to remember your past, and when you do, everything will fall back into place." His words were filled with a mix of hope and longing. Star couldn't help but wonder what had transpired during her absence and how deeply Kris had been affected.

"But what if I don't remember?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Kris's gaze faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "You will," he assured her, his voice filled with determination. "Now, get dressed. We're going shopping for new clothes. Since I had to dispose of your old ones, you have nothing suitable to wear." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Star to ponder her insecurities.

She slowly dressed in the clothes he had provided, feeling a mix of gratitude and curiosity. As she stepped out of the room, she noticed an unfamiliar door adorned with a magnificent ruby-encrusted dragon. An internal voice guided her to enter, and trusting her instincts, she turned the dragon's fang-shaped knob and stepped inside. Kris stood by the window, gazing out, but turned his head as soon as Star called his name.

A smile tugged at his lips as he took in her appearance. "They fit. Good," he said, his voice filled with genuine approval. Star blushed at his compliment, feeling a flutter of warmth in her chest. "You smile now, hm?" she teased playfully. Kris rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small spark of amusement in his eyes. "I could say the same thing about you," he retorted, his voice laced with a hint of affection.

Star's cheeks burned brighter, and she looked away, feeling a mix of bashfulness and joy. Kris approached her, his gaze lingering on her dress, and his smile widened. "You look cute," he remarked before walking out of the room. Star stood there, her heart pounding with a newfound giddiness she hadn't felt before. She toyed with the hem of her dress, realizing that deep inside there was a part of her that desperately wanted Kris to still love her, despite the changes she had undergone. He was undeniably intimidating and dangerous, but there was also a mysterious tenderness that she sensed beneath his tough exterior. She couldn't help but anticipate the day when she would discover that softer side of him.

"C'mon, Star!" Kris called from a distance, snapping her out of her thoughts. She hurriedly made her way towards his voice, her steps filled with a newfound eagerness. As she walked towards him, she couldn't help but hope that the journey they were about to embark on would not only lead her to her past but also bring them closer together in the present.