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"Don't you want to help her out, Kane?" I heard her ask. His eyes shot to me immediately and he walked towards the car. His gaze was constantly on me. Heat spread through me under his intense gaze.
I felt really hot and butterflies fluttered in my stomach again. I didn't really understand why that was. After all, I hadn't known him for long and yet I felt connected to him. As crazy as that may sound. I had barely finished my thoughts when the door opened and Kane put his hands under my body and lifted me out of the car bridal style.
A blush shot to my cheeks when I realized for the first time what it looked like. I was wearing a wedding dress that was dirty and he was wearing a suit. Well, a shirt. But still. If you didn't know better, you'd think we were coming from our wedding. I quickly put those thoughts aside and looked at his mother. She glanced at my feet.
"Forgive my son for being so bossy sometimes. In this case, he takes after his father. But he makes up for his mistakes," she greeted me. I blinked. Something inside me just didn't know what to say. I didn't really want Kane to make up for anything. Or did I? After all, I wanted to leave here one day. When everything was clear. Still, I nodded and smiled slightly. But I couldn't deny that the idea of being here for the rest of my life gave me a pleasant tingling sensation.
"Um... I'm July. July Blackwill," I introduced myself and felt a little strange the next moment. It was strange lying in Kane's arms. In front of his mother. She smiled at me. "I know. I'm glad you're here. I'm Karen."
The warmth in her eyes didn't disappear for a second. I felt loved. Accepted. Nobody seemed to have anything against me. For the first time in my life I felt welcome. Like it was totally okay to be here. Not like I had felt with Josh's friends and family. It had always felt like I wasn't welcome. Maybe I should have seen it as a sign earlier.
Ever since Kane came into my life, I felt like fate really existed. That some things happen for a reason. And that there were always signs in the world that you probably saw far too late.
"Nice to meet you too," I said, unable to prevent a smile from forming on my lips. Then she looked at me and looked at Kane, whose warmth surrounded my body and made me relax completely.
"Kane, do you want to stand here forever? Bring her in. I'm sure she'll want to shower or bathe and change. The dress must be uncomfortable at some point," she said to him. In her presence, Kane seemed different than the Kane I had met at the wedding.
It looked as if he would do anything for her. He no longer seemed so scary, but like a completely normal son. He mumbled something and then carried me inside. I looked around as we crossed the threshold and was amazed.
It was nice and big and openly furnished. Modern too. Not too modern, but modern nonetheless. As soon as Kane entered the living room, the room went quiet. I saw two men I had seen at the wedding. They nodded at him and at me. Then they quickly looked away from me. I frowned. Was I that ugly? I quickly dismissed the question. I probably looked awful.
"I'll take care of your feet first and then I'll wash you," I heard Kane say as he took the first step of the stairs. My eyes flew to him. "You know my feet are hurt. Not my hands." A smirk twitched around his lips.
"Of course I know that, July," he said, looking down at me. "I just meant that I'm going to wash you since you can't stand up," he added. I just rolled my eyes and punched his shoulder. He didn't react, though, while I grimaced for a second. Damn. He had hard muscles. "You're definitely not going to see me naked, Kane!" I hissed. He looked at me and grinned crookedly. "Maybe not now. But one day, I will. And on that day I will remind you of your sentence." I knew he meant every word. You could see that he was very sure of it. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"I'm telling you. You have a huge ego." Kane laughed softly. His chest vibrated against my chest. A moment later he opened a door. I froze. The room wasn't particularly big, but big enough for one person. It seemed to be his room.
The strange thing, however, was that I saw my suitcase on the floor and my books on his shelf. Just as I had arranged them at home. When I understood what that meant, I just wanted to jump out of his arms. At the last moment, however, I realized that this could be quite painful.
"I'm not sleeping in the same room as you!" I blurted out. Kane looked at me, then laid me gently on the bed. "Then where are you going to sleep?" he asked unmoved and went to his closet. He effortlessly reached into the top shelf and pulled out a first aid kit.
"I don't know. Not with you and definitely not next to you!" I hissed and crossed my arms defiantly in front of my chest as I sat up. Kane came back to the bed and looked at me. His dark eyes bored into mine and I started to feel hot again. My goodness.
"Okay, you can sleep at my parents' house. But you won't find a place there, nor will you find any sleep, as my father can snore very loudly. Otherwise every room is taken." My mouth dropped open. Before I could say anything else, I took a sharp breath. The soles of my feet began to burn. Kane's expression twisted as if he couldn't bear to know that I was in pain.
"It'll be over soon, July," he breathed. I endured it in silence while he tended to my feet. I dropped the conversation for the time being, but the last word hadn't been spoken yet.
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