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He looks very upset 😳.

Kimberly ❤️

I walk back into the house after throwing out the trash. The rest of the guest, which were family, left about 30 minutes ago.

I proceed to wash the dishes, making a mental note to have plastic forks next time. Once I finished the dishes, I turned to clean off the kitchen counter. Dak was sitting there, watching me.

"Can I help you?" I say.

He shakes his head, still watching me. I shrug.

"Did you see your gift?" He asked.

It was my turn to shake my head.

"You should look at it." He said.

I rinse the rag out, laying it on the sink divider. I turn off the faucet, turning to face him again.

"You know...I don't appreciate you buying me things." I say.

"Just go look at the gift Kimberly." He said.

"What if I don't want to?" I say.

He stares at me. I growl, walking to my room. I grab the gift off the dresser, walking back into the kitchen. I open the box, gasping.

It was a diamond necklace with a K charm.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Dak, how much did you pay for this?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it." He said.

"Dak, I can't have this." I say.

"Yes." He said.

"No. I can't." I say.

"Yes you can." He said.

"No." I say.

"What do I have to do to convince you otherwise?" He said.

"Nothing at all. I don't want it." I say, placing the box in front of him.

I turn away from him, occupying myself with other  chores. I turn around again, only for him to be standing directly in front of me.

What the fuck?

"Dak. You're kinda close." I say.

"I wanna be this close to you." He said.

"Please don't." I say.

"Kimberly." He said.

I put my hand on his chest, slightly pushing him back.

Has he been working out? Clearly you dumbass 🙄.

"Don't you have a girlfriend or something? I don't know. A meeting?" I say, trying to ease the tension.

He shook his head, nibbling on his lower lip as he looked down at me. He picked me up, sitting me on the counter. He stood between my legs looking me directly in my eyes.

"I have to...go get the kids...ready for bed." I say.

"No you don't. They're old enough to do that on their own." He said.

The space between us was slightly decreasing. My breath was increasing the closer we got. Our lips...inches away. I turn my head, breaking the eye contact and such.

He placed his hand beneath my chin, turning my face. He then left a small kiss on my lips. My eyes widened. He did it again, then pulled away.

Before he could back away fully, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine again. I groan because it's been so long.

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