“Lucky girl,” Jillian yelled behind him.
“Nah, I’m the lucky one!” He tossed over his shoulder.
He rushed through the tunnel and out of the camera’s view. I was still trying to lift my chin up from my chest when the video shut off. I clicked the next piece of media to find a screenshot of the necklace he held the entire time he spoke.
Kit.
My nameplate was full of diamonds that sparkled in the dark.
“Ko–” I called out, breathlessly.
“So, when I say that it was real, baby, believe it was fucking real. He is real. Whatever you two have is real. And, not even a slick head ass assistant who simply wants to be where you are on his list of priorities can make you feel crappy about it. You didn’t make it up, babe. It’s not in your head. It’s in your heart and his, too. I know a man in love when I see one and Fohr is a man in love, Kit.”
“When did this air?”
“Two hours ag–”
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
Before she could finish her statement, knuckles clashed with my front door. I peered out of the kitchen, down the hall where the door was located as if I could see through it. Although I couldn’t, I had a feeling I knew exactly who was behind it.
“Was that your door?” Ko shrieked.
“Yes.”
“Oh my God, Kit. That man c–”
I placed the phone on the hook, ending the call mid-sentence.
Sorry, babe.
I sauntered down the hall. My hand was on the handle of my door before I even knew what was happening. And in a split second, it was open. The rain rushed inside, wetting the white shirt I’d pulled over my head after an hour-long shower this evening.
Déjàvu.
Tall like my favorite tree to climb.
Thick like the chocolate that I consumed on days that I was feeling naughty and needed a sweet fix after favoring my healthier choices for so long.
Dark like it, too.
And, handsome. Just like on the television screens.
“Kit,” he groaned as if my name brought him unbearable pain.
“Fo… Fohr.” I swallowed the bucket of air that had formed in my throat.
No further words were spoken. He pushed inside, gripping me by the waist and guiding me along with him. His lips crashed into mine. Our tongues reunited and danced to the special occasion.
For the first time in two days, I felt at peace.At home.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he expressed against my mouth.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I confessed.
