Chapter 0255


    And before he could respond, I was scurrying away. My bedroom door closed behind me like an


    imprable fortress, and I was cast in darkness in more ways than one.


    Now, the memories ofst night feel like a leaden weight in my chest. I run a hand through my tangled


    hair, wincing at the thought of what could have happened between the two of usst night if I hadn’t


    pushed him away.


    Did I want it to go further? I’m not sure.


    My head still feels foggy. Maybe, if I have some coffee, I can think more clearly. I climb out of bed and


    shuffle my way to the kitchen, stopping in the living room. Karl is still asleep on the couch. His jeans


    and his shirt are in a pile on the floor, and the thought of him in his boxers and nothing else makes me


    blush.


    I barely have time to wrestle with the thought when Karl stirs, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.


    “Good morning,” he mumbles, his voice gravelly with sleep.


    “Morning,” I reply, my voice an awkward croak. I clear my throat in an attempt to sound more self-


    assured. “Do you want breakfast? I could make us something.”


    He stretches, a grin breaking across his face. It’s surprising, given what happened between usst


    night. “I’d love to be your sous chef onest time before I head out,” he says.


    Together, we shuffle into the kitchen, moving around each other in a familiar trance. I pull eggs and


    bread from the fridge while Karl finds a pan in the cupboard. There’s afortable silence, save for the


    clinking of utensils and the sizzle of butter in the pan.


    As I crack eggs into a bowl, Karl brushes up behind me, ostensibly reaching for the salt. But his fingers


    brush the small of my back, lingering longer than necessary. The kitchen suddenly feels hotter than it


    should, and I tense up.


    Before I can react, he’s leaning down over my shoulder, his breath wandering across my ear. I feel his


    lips gently caress the side of my neck, and I shudder, half from pleasure and half from shock.


    “K-Karl,” I start, voice tight, “what are you doing?”


    “I thought—” He trails off, and now his hands are on my waist, pulling me gently against him. There’s a


    mischievous look in his eyes as I turn to meet his gaze. “Afterst night…”


    But I’m not the same person I wasst night. I’m sober now, and I know this isn’t a good idea. I shove


    him away harder than I intend, my heart pounding in my chest.


    “Stop,” I say, more forcefully than I mean to.


    He looks shocked, his hands still hanging in the air where I once was. “I thought we were... I thought


    Karl’s face falls, and any warmth from the moment before evaporates. He picks up his coat from the


    back of a chair, his movements stiff.


    “I’m not hungry anymore,” he says, voice t, eyes avoiding mine.All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.


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