His Eris (UNDER SEVERE EDITING)

Chapter 32

I felt Killian's confused eyes on me as I continued my way back to the nail salon. Gemma was holding in a knowing snicker, eyeing us mischievously as she followed. Once we arrived, we sat on some chairs near the front of the store to wait out the remaining few minutes left over.

Gemma took the seat to my left while Killian sat to my right. There were about three more people scattered around the remaining chairs, all tapping aimlessly on their phones in boredom. I set the Victoria's Secret bag down and began examining my nails, wondering what color acrylics I should get. As I thought, Killian reached out and took my hand in his, entwining our fingers together.

Little moments of affection like this remind me that he really does care.

I looked over at him, noticing he was staring off into space as if he was day dreaming. I then realized his subconscious gaze was locked on the bag that held my newly bought lingerie. Thankfully, there was pink wrapping paper in it so he couldn't see inside.

He would see it at some point of his life anyway.

Killian caught me staring, and met my eyes. He scanned my face, savoring all of the features with his dark orbs before shaking his head.

"You're beautiful. It's like, insane."

I smiled, saying a quick thanks before giving his hand a squeeze in appreciation.

How did I end up with someone like him?

I would never think of myself as beautiful, In fact, I would even find it hard to call myself pretty. Insecurities ravaged my brain and it made me hate the reflection I saw every time I looked in the mirror. The funny thing is, even if I didn't think I was beautiful, Killian did.

My heart beamed with adoration and I wanted to wrap my arms around him to express the joy he gave me. When I met him I would have never thought I would think of him in the way I do now.

It was at that moment I realized I truly liked him.

My thoughts resorted to memories, bringing up every time when he made me feel happy or safe from harm. I remembered the times where he saved my life, purity, and my innocence. I remembered the times where he spoiled me and did everything he could to make me a happier person. A better person.

This overwhelming feeling of affection made me shift in my seat, unsure of what to do with myself.

I have never felt like this before.

Before I knew it, my thoughts were cut off by my name being called by and employee to come take a seat where she could begin on my nails. I had her do a nude pink color in almond-shaped acrylics, painting a coat of clear gloss over it as a finishing touch. The woman was kind, and worked with my broken hand gently, making me smile at her in appreciation.

About halfway through my nails, another employee had called up Gemma. She was taken to a seat a few feet away from me so she could be treated as well. Once my nails were finished and dried, I made my way back to Killian, holding my good hand out so he could see the finished work.

"It looks good. I like it." He complimented, grinning when he saw I was happy as well.

We then patiently waited for Gemma to be finished. When she was, I saw that she chose to get some red acrylics in the Almond shape. She thanked Killian as he payed and we all decided it was time to head home after that.

We left the mall and pooled back into the car, dropping Gemma off at her house that she led us to which was only around ten minutes away. Killian then drove back to his mother's house and we snuck back in, avoiding all of the family members roaming around.