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KITTY LET OUT A LAUGH, her eyes closing ever so slightly. She let her hand wander across Richie's chest as he towered over her, standing between her legs whilst she was perched up on the counter in her kitchen. Grinning from ear to ear with his eyes staring deep into her soul. His fingers digging into her waist. Brushing against her exposed skin when her tank top rose up ever so slightly.
Her head was merely inches away from his as she stared into his blue eyes. They were like an ocean. And she was certainly drowning in them.
"You're so beautiful," Richie muttered, moving his head closer to hers as he whispered in her ear. She could feel his stubble prickling the skin of her cheek as heat raised between them.
He pulled back ever so slightly before leaning forward again. Not towards her ear this time though. But going straight for her lips. She felt them brush over hers and then––
Kitty woke up with a start.
Her eyes wide. Gasping for air as she stared around her dark room.
"What the actual fuck...?" She muttered to herself. Running her hand through her dark hair, groaning out in pain when she felt a knot at the back and tugged on it before sighing and throwing her hands down into her lap.
She couldn't get the image of Richie's eyes out of her mind. And no matter how hard she tried to go back to sleep and forget the dream, her brain didn't let her. She could practically feel his fingertips dancing on the skin of her waist. The feeling of his hands permanently imprinted in her mind from the hug they shared in the alleyway behind The Beef as well as all the times that Richie would walk past her and pat her shoulder or arm in a friendly manner.
She just couldn't understand what that dream meant. After all, for years they hadn't even gotten along with one another whilst sober, and sure, she spotted the shift in their relationship not long after Mikey's death. But this...This was certainly an unexpected direction.
She threw her duvet off her legs and jumped out of bed. Not wanting to lie there and just think about Richie fucking Jerimovich any longer. She wasn't in the mood to try and figure out what this meant and simply chose to ignore the tingling she felt whenever he would brush past her or how at ease it was speaking to him.
Kitty shook her head. Trying to rid her mind of those thoughts as she changed out of her tank top and shorts into jeans and an oversized The Beef t-shirt. A shirt that once belonged to Mikey. She let out a sad sigh as she looked down at it, swallowing her body before she tucked it into her mom jeans and shoved on her boots. Although Carmy had decided to change the name of the restaurant to The Bear, they still had a lot to do and one of those things was changing the uniform.
