Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

S POV

KYLAN'S

His feet were aching. His eyelids were uncharacteristically heavy. He needed to rest, even for a few hours.

Would Katrina be awake? Would she be sleeping? Was she still waiting up for him, even after all this time? Should he go return to the same room? Maybe he should get another room?

All of his stuff was inside the shared mom with Katrina, though. He couldn't leave it all behind. He couldn't...

But he had to go back. He had to take his chances. He had no idea what he would be capable of saying to Katrina if she was awake.

Kylan forced himself to take the elevator up to the top floor, his hands shaking, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He wasn't wearing his glasses or his contacts, and that didn't help anything either.

But it would help him not have to see Katrina as clearly when he entered their room.

The elevator doors pulled open, and Kylan stepped out, his breathing unsteady and his throat dry. He stopped in front of the last door at the end of the hall, running his fingers through his hair a few times and ignoring the red half-crescent-shaped indents that littered his skin.

It took him a few tries to unlock the door, the key fumbling between his fingers and his mind unfocused. Finally, though, or all too soon really, he successfully had the door unlocked. He slowly, methodically, pushed his way inside and closed the door silently behind him. The room was shrouded in darkness, save the last of the glowing embers in the fireplace. His eyes trailed over the bed, finding that it was meticulously made now apart from a small, distinctly Katrina-shaped lump on the far edge.

She was so close to the side of the bed, that Kylan worried she would fall off. Should he move her! Should he wake her?

r? Say something to her?

But what could he say? What could he say when he knew how hurt she undoubtedly was? What could he say when he didn't deserve to speak to her

He stared at Katrina for far longer than he should, taking in the rising and falling of her chest, hearing the soft sounds of her breathing as they ghosted through the quiet room

physically hurts Kylan to

eyes, God, he constantly got lost in her eyes. They were endless orbs of every human emotion that scared the shit out of Kylan, and he loved looking into them. He loved indulging in her humanity

human, Caring about people. She was his exact

the duvet and sheets taut. He didn't dare climb under the covers. It felt wrong. Like a violation of some sort. Instead, he carefully lay on the bed as far from Katrina as possible, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, ignoring the need to take a shower. He didn't want

curves of her body were perfection. He couldn't believe she

with the most confusing concoction of feelings he

yearned to reach our and touch her. To hold her. To

her. To

that went far beyond what he was capable of taking part in, especially with the way he felt when

Katrina

see her sleeping. She deserved the rest. The reprieve from a f*ck up like

to her, not waking her up. Subconsciously, one hand was

reality, though, it was cavernous, endless, the amount of space truly

the ghouls on the top of the walls in his mind rejoiced at Kylan's suffering. The fact that he didn't know how to

by and watched, shackles bound

ays were.

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himself. Or rather, he fell into an in-between state of being conscious and unconscious, never fully allowing himself to slip under in fear of having

murmuring voice, brought Kylan back to reality. He forced his eyes open, frowning when he

the latest. Thank you, Papa. I love you too, I'll talk to you soon" Kylan realized Katrina was standing near the fireplace, her phone pressed to her ear. She hung up, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath. She looked up and

He couldn't fault her for it,

Kylan noted. Almost monotone, yet hoarse. As he took in her appearance more fully,

He hated himself.

sat up, running his hands

thin line and her brow furrowed. "Right. I-I'm going to take a shower. Unless.. U. unless

eyes softened ever so slightly, now filled with something akin