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as she took a small step away from Kian, she suddenly felt almost embarrassed and unnecessarily exposed. “Where's the first aid kit?”
“It's right here,” Riley remarked as she walked towards one of the deep mahogany cabinets, giving Amiira a very specific look that ranged somewhere on the spectrum of pleased and impressed. Likely, the look had to do with what Riley assumed she had just interrupted.
Amiira thanked Riley for the items once she had located them as Wyatt came bustling through the front door before she even had time to clean and bandage Kian's hand.
“What'd I miss?” Wyatt asked once he'd entered the kitchen, seemingly very much aware that the energy in the room was thick with something unforeseen.
“Kian almost chopped his finger off,” Riley explained simply, grabbing the Sun Chips that peeked out of the bag Wyatt was still holding.
“I did not, you're so dramatic Rye,” Kian retorted, and a small chuckle escaped his throat.
Amiira tuned them out as she worked on cleaning and covering his wound, all the while trying to stop her heart from racing a mile a minute after the moment she had just slipped so easily into with the gorgeous man standing at her side.
Chapter 12
A couple of hours and two margaritas later, Amiira stood in her shower, letting the hot water run over her tired and tight muscles. She couldn't help but replay the moment in the kitchen between her and Kian over and over in her head. Like a record spinning on an old player, long after it had stopped playing the music.
She had nothing to blame the incredibly intimate moment on but herself, and maybe even him a little bit. She hadn't been drinking before it had happened, but once Wyatt had come back with tequila, she had needed something to calm her mangled nerves just at the mere sight of Kian.
He'd explained what happened to his hand in relative detail to both Wyatt and Riley, making it sound like Amiira was some sort of magical nurse, when all she had really done was apply pressure and clean the cut, like anyone with basic knowledge of surface injuries would have done.
It also didn't escape her how he'd place himself by her side following the incident. She didn't know if he was being purposeful in his movements or if it was all done on account of the involuntary energy that existed wordlessly between them.
Amiira also knew that Riley had certain suspicions since she had walked in on them in the kitchen. As Amiira played back the moment in her head once more, she felt certain that she hadn't been about to bridge the small gap in between their faces to kiss him, and she wasn't sure if he had been. But what she did know for sure is that if Riley hadn't entered the kitchen when she had, something inexplicable would have happened between the two of them.
Amiira felt the undeniable recognition of that fact resonate in the pit of her stomach as she let the hot water run over her face. This wasn't what she had expected; this wasn't what she had taken this reprieve and semi-vacation for. She had wanted this to be her getaway, her escape, her much needed relaxation.
She didn't want to be hindered by some bafflingly attraction and unspeakable connection to some man whom she'd known for less than 36 hours. But there was something about Kian that called to her on a very basic and primitive level.
She hadn't completely ruled out having a casual fling while she was in the house, but ideally it wouldn't be with someone who also lived there. Amiira was practical enough to recognize that having physical relationships with roommates wasn't necessarily a smart thing to do, especially if they were of the casual nature. There was too much room for hiccups and hurt feelings and awkward interpretations.
A random hookup would have done her good in the grand scheme of her life, especially coming off the heels of being completely blindsided and hurt by Eli. But this new and
“It's right here,” Riley remarked as she walked towards one of the deep mahogany cabinets, giving Amiira a very specific look that ranged somewhere on the spectrum of pleased and impressed. Likely, the look had to do with what Riley assumed she had just interrupted.
Amiira thanked Riley for the items once she had located them as Wyatt came bustling through the front door before she even had time to clean and bandage Kian's hand.
“What'd I miss?” Wyatt asked once he'd entered the kitchen, seemingly very much aware that the energy in the room was thick with something unforeseen.
“Kian almost chopped his finger off,” Riley explained simply, grabbing the Sun Chips that peeked out of the bag Wyatt was still holding.
“I did not, you're so dramatic Rye,” Kian retorted, and a small chuckle escaped his throat.
Amiira tuned them out as she worked on cleaning and covering his wound, all the while trying to stop her heart from racing a mile a minute after the moment she had just slipped so easily into with the gorgeous man standing at her side.
Chapter 12
A couple of hours and two margaritas later, Amiira stood in her shower, letting the hot water run over her tired and tight muscles. She couldn't help but replay the moment in the kitchen between her and Kian over and over in her head. Like a record spinning on an old player, long after it had stopped playing the music.
She had nothing to blame the incredibly intimate moment on but herself, and maybe even him a little bit. She hadn't been drinking before it had happened, but once Wyatt had come back with tequila, she had needed something to calm her mangled nerves just at the mere sight of Kian.
He'd explained what happened to his hand in relative detail to both Wyatt and Riley, making it sound like Amiira was some sort of magical nurse, when all she had really done was apply pressure and clean the cut, like anyone with basic knowledge of surface injuries would have done.
It also didn't escape her how he'd place himself by her side following the incident. She didn't know if he was being purposeful in his movements or if it was all done on account of the involuntary energy that existed wordlessly between them.
Amiira also knew that Riley had certain suspicions since she had walked in on them in the kitchen. As Amiira played back the moment in her head once more, she felt certain that she hadn't been about to bridge the small gap in between their faces to kiss him, and she wasn't sure if he had been. But what she did know for sure is that if Riley hadn't entered the kitchen when she had, something inexplicable would have happened between the two of them.
Amiira felt the undeniable recognition of that fact resonate in the pit of her stomach as she let the hot water run over her face. This wasn't what she had expected; this wasn't what she had taken this reprieve and semi-vacation for. She had wanted this to be her getaway, her escape, her much needed relaxation.
She didn't want to be hindered by some bafflingly attraction and unspeakable connection to some man whom she'd known for less than 36 hours. But there was something about Kian that called to her on a very basic and primitive level.
She hadn't completely ruled out having a casual fling while she was in the house, but ideally it wouldn't be with someone who also lived there. Amiira was practical enough to recognize that having physical relationships with roommates wasn't necessarily a smart thing to do, especially if they were of the casual nature. There was too much room for hiccups and hurt feelings and awkward interpretations.
A random hookup would have done her good in the grand scheme of her life, especially coming off the heels of being completely blindsided and hurt by Eli. But this new and
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