Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

When they walked back to the car a while later, Katrina fell light and airy, filled with hot chocolate and the last remnants of the warm fire She talked about their trip to Ireland as Kylan drove her home, reminding him to make sure he had the correct wall plug adapter

pairs of socks

and several extra

n was. She kn

knew he was always quietly thankful for her

She ignored the way he would sigh at her reminders, knowing that was just how Kylan was efficiency when it came to traveling.

He pulled up to her curb and walked her inside, holding hands as she rode the elevator up to her floor She stopped in front of her door, shifting to look at him after she removed her key from her lock. His cheeks were still rosy, his hair slightly disheveled from the amount of snow that had laced it throughout the afternoon. He with that same softness in his eyes that she had seen a few times that day.

was staring at her

She was overwhelmed with the desire to hug him, and she decided to say damn it, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face there.

"Thank you for today, Kylan," she whispered into his skin, inhaling the familiar scents of pine, soap and Rylan Kylan stiffened

momentarily and then wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing and pulling her close to him. That same electricity that always crept in when they were close like this, slithered its way into the moment, e She pulled back slightly, her breathing a bit ragged. She noticed that Kylan mirrored her almost exactly, his eyes roaming her face.

engulfing it entirely and all at once.

She wanted to kiss him. She really did. But there was no reason to. She wasn't really in public, after all.

Along with that, the lines had been blurred so many y times before and she wasn't sure where they ended or began more often than not Kylan seemed to be more confused about things like that than she was, and it was frustrating. Frustrating and unfair, of being honest in her heart and mind.

r, if she allowed herself the grace

press his lips to hers, her breath caught

didn't feel safe, not right now. And she realized that she needed that. She really needed that "No, Kylan," she

stepped away so quickly, she nearly lost her balance. His face was a mixture of emotion for a fleeting before his usual mask was expertly maneuvered in

is around. Where's the

second

she asked him was phrased as more of a challenge, than anything. But maybe she wanted to address the proverbal elephant in the room. Maybe she wanted him to know that

usual pallor. "I don't. I don't know, Katrina. Forgive me." he mumbled to her, turning to leave like he always did when shit got even a

her door and then paused. "And keep your money, for

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trip to Ireland. Kylan didn't listen to her, of course. He had sent her three-thousand dollars after her date, but she hadn't yet transferred a dime

agonized over packing the night before she was set to leave, all while Aaron and Maine both lounged on her bed, a glass of wine propped

condoms?" Aaron asked far

curling iron she had been holding, wincing when it hit her bedroom floor. "For heaven's sake, Aaron. Just because you and Maine are rabbits, doesn't mean we all are." She was flustered and she knew it, her nerves about sharing another hotel room and bed, in their actual honeymoon as a married couple in papers, returning in

month he barely talked to you, and now that he took you on

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she posted a few days ago, and the rather charming article Nishel had just released, their relationship

"I do not have the hots for my boss. He himself is just well. Um Hot She ignored their obnoxiously raised eyebrows, disappearing into her closet for a

"Back off, both of you or I swear to God I'll put laxatives in

her, and she couldn't help but smile at

of Kylan from her mind, though he never truly vacated the space entirely, and focused

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at her driver, buckling her seat belt

steering wheel and smiled at her. "It's a long

you ever since Kylan mentioned you went to the doctor a bit ago." She plopped a sour orange into her mouth while Oscar joined the flow of traffic to

a few tests on my thyroid, is all he finally

stopped "What sort of tests?" she pressed, her stomach feeling sour, but

gone. Oscar was obviously attempting to shift the focus from himself, and it only made her worry more. "Oscar,

Okay?" Oscar insisted, looking at her in the

in her throat and nodded at him.

was quiet the rest of the drive, her mind filled with worry,