obsession

Chapter 7: A walk

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As the sunlight streamed through the window, Kira felt a sense of peace enveloping her. She lay there, listening to Fearin’s steady breathing, relishing the warmth of his body next to hers. A smile crept onto her face as memories of the night flooded back. It was a night she would never forget—a night where they had crossed a line that had once seemed insurmountable.

Reluctantly, she pulled herself away from his embrace, not wanting to disturb him. She needed to prepare breakfast, wanting to do something special for him after everything they had shared. As she tiptoed out of bed, she glanced back at Fearin, his features soft and relaxed in sleep. A part of her wished to stay and watch him, but she knew that a delicious breakfast would be the perfect way to start their day.

In the kitchen, she busied herself with making pancakes, the sweet scent filling the air. As she flipped the first pancake, her mind raced with thoughts of what their new dynamic would be like. Would Fearin continue to be open and affectionate, or would he retreat back into his old ways?

After finishing the pancakes, she set the table and poured two cups of coffee. Just as she was about to take a seat, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Fearin entering the kitchen, hair still damp from his shower, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

“Good morning,” he said, a sleepy smile gracing his lips.

“Good morning!” Kira replied, feeling a warmth rise in her cheeks at the sight of him. “I made breakfast.”

He moved closer, leaning over to peek at the pancakes. “You didn’t have to do all this,” he said, genuine surprise in his voice.

“I wanted to,” Kira insisted, beaming at him. “You deserve it.”

Fearin’s gaze softened as he looked at her. “Thank you, darling. This looks amazing.”

They sat down to eat, the atmosphere between them comfortable and filled with a newfound intimacy. They shared small talk and laughter, each moment reinforcing the bond that had formed between them.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Fearin asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I thought maybe we could go for a walk later,” Kira suggested. “It’s such a nice day outside.”

“I’d like that,” he replied, his smile genuine. “But first, we need to finish these pancakes. You’ve outdone yourself, darling.”

As they enjoyed breakfast, Kira couldn’t help but steal glances at Fearin. He was different now—more relaxed and open. She felt a flutter of hope in her chest. Maybe they could find a way to make this work, to bridge the gap between their worlds.

After they finished eating, Kira began to clear the table, but Fearin stopped her, grabbing her wrist gently. “Let me help you with that, darling,” he said, his voice firm yet soft.

Kira was taken aback by his offer. “You don’t have to,” she said, surprised.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” he insisted, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Together, they washed the dishes, their fingers brushing occasionally, sending sparks of electricity through Kira’s body. She couldn’t help but smile at the domesticity of the moment, the warmth of the connection growing between them.

After the dishes were done, Fearin pulled her in for a brief hug, resting his chin on top of her head. “You really are something else,” he murmured.

As they pulled apart, Kira looked up at him, feeling a mixture of affection and determination. “And you are too, Fearin. Let’s keep being this way.”