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The kind of love reserved for a few people, the kind of one of a kind rom-com love not nearly as destined as soul mates but just so right for each other it is wrong to be apart.
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First, instalment of t...
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Third Person
Karis felt lackadaisical towards the whole situation she believed: If you love someone it hurts to be away from them. She didn't miss Troi... well maybe a little bit. Nope, definitely guilt.
They were done for good.
Their relationship felt like a chore if she said she wasn't bothered she would be lying but a part of her felt like her and Troi's relationship was not real. He had lied to her about who he really was. Yes, she was being hypocritical but her intentions of their relationship were always clear she never had an alternative.
The new year was coming up and she realised she needed to get her life in check. She had wasted another year of her life. Her business degree was proving useful with the hotels other than that she had spent a whole year trying to get her love life together...key word trying.
Karis felt her phone vibrate on her lap and begrudgingly lifted it to her ear without checking the caller ID.
"Type in the code for the lift," Ashton spoke firmly. The dominance that she oh- so craved, the dominance that made her realise he was no longer an 18-year-old boy anymore but a 27-year-old man had her panties dripping.
"Ashton-
"Please, I really just... need to hear your voice, see your face. "
"Okay," she reluctantly trotted to her suite entrance and swiped her keypad. The doors peeked open and she stood static with her hands in front, her bonnet covered head cocked to the side and Ashton greeted her with a grateful smirk sporting grey sweatpants and a white tight t-shirt.
He motioned towards her with his left hand, his right hand was weighed down with bags full of macaroons, creams stuffed eclairs, Chocolate covered strawberries and pick and mix. "Can I come in?"
Karis moved to the side further enough for him to glide past. The doors closed behind him.
He walked into the living room and placed the bags on a gaunt black coffee table next to the arm of Karis' grey Chesterfield sofa.
Sitting on her grey whisper wheat rug in front of the sofa, he looked at her and towards his lap,
She joined him and crossed her legs, grabbing the bags to feast on the contents inside. "Hey" Ashton stared. "Hey," Karis replied.
"What about me?" he grinned motioning his head towards the bag, "I only invited you in for the food," She laughed,
He placed his hands in his lap, "I need you to accept my apology." She glanced at him with a soft smile.
"I should be more honest with you" she continued, "you're already in this and I don't want you to feel like you can't trust me."
"Thank you but I need to apologise too, I'm starting to behave in ways that I shouldn't," Ashton admitted. "I know I've been a bit odd lately. I should have given you space when you asked for it. I shouldn't have haggled you" Karis put her confectionaries down and looked at him.
