Not me, you.

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Kian's POV

I woke up with her beautiful self in my arms. I seen the bruise on her jaw and gently brought my lips to it. She stirred and rolled over to face me. I pecked her lips. She smiled. I went downstairs to start cooking and saw Jc was up. I'm guessing he had no recollection of what happened last night. We had small talk until I told him what happened. He went pale, then green and was uncomfortable. Of course Arianna would come down now. I told her to show him the bruise. It had turned a purple yellow color. He started to cry. HIM! She had the right to cry, he HURT HER. He had also started to ramble an apology. I wasn't having it. He couldn't just apologize for this, he was going to have to work for our trust. I didn't know quite how but he was.

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