WOSO Oneshot

Khiara Keating x Reader- Affection

You and Khiara Keating had always shared a unique bond, one that went beyond mere friendship. It was a sunny afternoon when you found yourselves sitting side by side on the grassy banks of a quiet park, away from the bustling city. The gentle breeze played with Khiara's hair, casting a golden glow upon her features as she turned to look at you with a soft smile.

"You know," she began, her voice hushed as if sharing a secret, "I read somewhere that kisses on the top of the head are like whispers of affection."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, feeling a warmth spread through you at the tender thought. Khiara had always been full of surprises, her insights touching your soul in ways you couldn't explain. Without a word, you leaned in closer, your hand finding hers instinctively. She glanced at your intertwined fingers and then back at you, her eyes sparkling with unspoken words.

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the rustling leaves and distant laughter of children playing, Khiara leaned forward and pressed a feather-light kiss on the top of your head. It was a gesture so gentle yet filled with so much meaning that it sent shivers down your spine. Her lips lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary, leaving an imprint that you knew would stay with you forever.

"I meant that," Khiara whispered softly, her voice barely above a breath. "Every word of it."

You turned to meet her gaze, feeling a rush of emotions you had long kept buried. The air between you crackled with unspoken desires, and as if in response to the unspoken invitation, you tilted your head up to press a kiss against her cheek. It was your turn to convey what words couldn't capture—the depth of your feelings, the longing that had blossomed in your heart over time.

Khiara's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her hand reaching up to cup your cheek tenderly. In that fleeting touch, you found solace, reassurance, and a promise of something beautiful yet to unfold. The world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment that felt like eternity.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Khiara murmured, her voice filled with sincerity and a hint of vulnerability.

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with a mix of joy and relief. "Me too," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon with hues of orange and pink, you stayed there, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. There were no grand declarations or elaborate confessions, just the quiet understanding that you had found something rare and precious in each other.

And as Khiara's fingers intertwined with yours once more, you knew that the whispers of affection would continue to echo between you, shaping a story that was uniquely yours—a story of love, patience, and the beauty of finding solace in the simplest of gestures.