Chapter 19

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*Annabelle's pov*
I wake up in a dark room. Where am I? I feel around and manage to find my phone. 10:00...AM!?!?!? Oh shit I'm late to school! And I never went home! I get up and find the light switch to see that I am in a massive bedroom. I'm naked and I can't find my clothes so I look for some in a drawer. I get the first t-shirt I find and can immediately tell it's Kian's because I've seen it on him before. The events of the previous night are coming back to me. Great. So I'm late to school and I slept with Kian. Just great. Where's Kian? As I make my way downstairs I smell breakfast, which brings a wave of guilt as Jc making me breakfast on the weekends comes to mind. I'm able to thwart the feeling from my mind as I find Kian in the kitchen making breakfast. "You cook?" I ask, amazed. "Maybe" he says using the same tone of voice as me mockingly. He tells me to sit. "We're late for school", I object. "What difference does it make whether we're one hour late or two?" Kian says, laying the food out on the counter and sitting down. "True" I think as I sit next to him. Before I start eating I say, "alright, but you have to let me judge your cooking." He arches his eyebrows, "fine". When we finish eating Kian swiftly moves me to the front of the counter. He's pressed against me, "Judge away. For every good thing a kiss and for every bad thing... whatever you want. But let's be honest I'm an awesome cook so that's not gonna happen." I chuckle, "someone's a little arrogant. Alright, the eggs were good." I quickly kiss him on the lips. "I don't know how long you've been down here but you seem to have been fast." I kiss him on the neck and rest my head there. "Lame", he says. I move back, "Really? Okay you could have laid off of the salt a little." "You're kidding right? You're just saying that so that you can do whatever you want", Kian protests. "And how would you know whether I'm telling the truth or not?" I ask playfully. "Fine. But what are you gonna do?" He asks, annoyed. "More like what are you going to do. Go ahead, do whatever you want."


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