Newly Married to Kris

The Storm Has Passed, But the Weather Wasn't Clear

*Luhan POV*

A week ago, Rachel kissed me. No one is to know about this. Ever. I know Kris. He wouldn't be upset, he'd be furious. Crushed. Kris may not look it, but he's really sensitive. But he's a good guy. Very good. He doesn't need me kissing his wife. Let alone me loving her for years. I just can't seem to let go of her. I can't let go of something that makes me strong. That makes me love. That makes me feel something.

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I haven't seen her since. I miss her. I miss her laugh. I miss her tears. I miss her. But, I can't. I can't act like this because it makes the matter worse. I just need to leave her alone..not matter how much it will hurt.

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*Rachel POV*

I don't want Luhan to think that it was a normal thing. I feel like that's something he'd think. I want to see him, though. I know it would be awkward. Really awkward.

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R: Hello Sehun?

S: Hey Rachel! What's up?

R: Do you and LuLu want to hang out today? If you're not busy..

S: No, I'm free and I am sure Luhan is. He never does anything besides go to work, and see you.

R: Well you're brutally honest.

S: Just telling the truth.

R: Anyway..where should we go?

S: Lets go to the mall and eat. I'm hungry.

R: Okay, bring LuLu. I'll meet you guys there in an hour. Sounds good?

S: Actually, we can pick you up. If you'd like. Seems like Kris would never let you go to the mall with two guys that find you amazingly attractive. But if we show up at your house he'll have to let you go.

R: I feel like you're saying this just to pick me up.

S: You're right. Can I?

R: Heh, sure.

S: See you in an hour!

R: See you soon.

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I hung up, and went to my closet to find something to wear. I chose my black skinny jeans, a white oversized knitted sweater, and little ankle boots. I never really go for the "ulzzang" look. Kris said he always liked a more mature, "sexy" look. I let my straight long hair down, and put maroon lipstick on. That's also Kris's favorite. He said it makes him want to kiss me. He says the color is deep and bold, just like me. How sappy. how cute.

I left my closet, and went to the living room to see Kris asleep on the sofa. His mouth wide open, lightly snoring. Too cute. I giggled and went up to his face and took a picture of his closed eyes and mouth wide open. Oops. I walked down the hallway, and got him a blanket from our bedroom. I brought it to him, and leaned down to him and covered him up. As I was close to his chest, I put my ear to his heart. It felt soothing to hear his heart beat. It made me feel closer to him. It made me feel like I do have something to call my own. Something to come home to. I lifted my head up, and have him a kiss on the cheek. I left the serenity of his body, and got a paper and pen. I wrote him a note, and left it on the wooden coffee table.