100 reads at chapter 7!! Thank you so much, guys, for continuing with the book. It might not seem like a lot but I have taken it upon myself to reward myself for my little achievement. And because of this, I have decided to give you guys a double update!! Yay! I really hope you enjoy them.
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♪♪ Are you sad because you're on your own?
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends ♪♪
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ [With a little help from my friends] - [The Beatles]
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Esmé hadn't become accustomed to how her staying in Kian's house was a good idea. For the one week she lived there, she realised just how it was more of a terrible idea.
Esmé balanced herself on her crutches while she made her way out of her room. Her wobbling strides were casual as she headed towards the living room.
The clattering of plates in the kitchen drew her attention and stopping her relaxed stance. Her forehead creased in confusion at the fact that she wasn't alone in the house.
She felt her heartbeat pick up its pace. Was she meant to be scared? If there was a burglar, Archie would have barked, wouldn't he?
She glanced around as her breath came in quick and shallow in panic. She noticed Archie fast asleep by the kitchen door.
She took careful strides to the kitchen and yelped in surprise the moment she got to the entrance of the kitchen.
What is he doing home?
Esmé stared at a Kian standing in his kitchen with his back to her. The white tank top he wore hugging his body and leaving his broad shoulders and muscled back on full display.
She had hardly seen him the past week as he had been avoiding her. He left for work before she woke up and came back after she had gone to bed.
Kian whipped around at the sound of a shout. His eyes widened once they set on the startled Esmé, "Shit," he murmured at her sight and the known fact of his choice of clothing at the peak of his mind.
Esmé blinked continuously trying to calm herself down and get the picture of Kian's broad muscled body out of her head. She closed her eyes right after, to give him a bit of decency. The last thing she needed was to make him uncomfortable in his own home.
Kian dropped the plate in his hand to head out of the kitchen fast. He walked to the kitchen entrance where Esmé was standing with her eyes closed. He would have found it amusing if he wasn't hell-bent on getting out of her presence.
"Sorry," he said in a monotone. He waited for her to move aside for him to pass but when she didn't. "I'd like to pass through," he continued and looked away from her to the side.
The proximity of the sound of his voice almost made Esmé open her eyes, just to find out just how close he was standing to her. "Right." She moved to the right side without opening her eyes.
With Kian's eyes away from Esmé, he moved to his left side, assuming she had moved to her left. They collided with each other.
"Oof." Esmé groaned and her eyes flew open at the impact to see what had happened. She noticed that Kian wasn't looking in her direction.
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Romance[Featured] Darkness might be crippling, but the absence of love in the light is devastating. A young woman wakes from a coma after five years with no memory of who she is. There's just one thing on her mind, find a home and if she can, get her memor...
