Chill 2
As the minutes kept passing by and the sun started to sink down, Kian and I laid in his bed and watched a few more movies on Netflix. The room got darker and darker as time passed and it slowly crept toward 5 o'clock. I was really hungry but too lazy to get up from the comfortable position I had next to Kian. "I never got to say sorry, or maybe I did." Kian said, as my head tilted in confusion. "What do you mean-" I started to ask but Kian softly trailed his fingers down my wrist. His touch felt so delicate and careful. As soon as he did that, I knew what he was talking about. "You don't have to be sorry." I said trying to take back my wrist but his soft hand just went to hold my own. "No I do, I didn't know, I'm feel so stupid. For months, I would talk about what I was doing and brag
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