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

was beautiful. So beautiful it physically hurts Kylan

endless orbs of every human emotion that scared the shit out of Kylan, and he loved

was so good at it. Being human, Caring about people. She was his exact

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

staring at the back of Katrina's head. Her hair was perfection. The curves of her

swirling with the

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

kiss her. To feel her lips on his once

capable of taking part in, especially with the way he felt when he did

Katrina

glad to see her sleeping. She deserved the rest. The reprieve from a

closing his eyes, not moving closer to her, not waking her up. Subconsciously, one hand was extended toward her, filling

it was cavernous, endless, the amount of space truly between

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

stood by and watched, shackles bound to his wrists

ays were.

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he fell into an in-between state of being conscious and unconscious, never fully allowing himself to slip under in fear of having another nightmare. He couldn't and wouldn't put Katrina through

Kylan back to reality. He forced his eyes open, frowning when he realized Katrina wasn't

Kylan realized Katrina was standing near the fireplace, her phone pressed to her ear. She hung up, pinching the bridge

He couldn't fault her for it, even if it hurt his

was different, Kylan noted. Almost monotone, yet hoarse. As he took in her appearance more fully, he realized her eyes were red and puffy.

He hated himself.

cleared his throat and sat up,

line and her brow furrowed. "Right. I-I'm going

her eyes softened ever so slightly, now filled with something akin