Page 24 of The NemeSis
Me: Less than 15 minutes away.
Me: It’s within walking distance from the museum and auction house. Since I spend most of my time at the auction house when I’m not traveling, it made the most sense.
Me: Kyra?
Kyra: Can I come and see it?
I can’t helpthe grin that spreads across my face. That’s exactly what I was hoping she would say.
Me: I’d like to make a deal.
Kyra: For what?
Me: In exchange for helping you on your paper and with the event, help me decorate and furnish it.
Kyra: We don’t have the same style. How do you know I wouldn’t make it too pink?
Me: You should know me well enough.
Pink isn’t my color,but I know she likes it in her space. Visions of her spending time here has heat spreading from my chest. I like the idea of her in my space. I know I shouldn’t. Not when the ways I’m thinking of her here are anything but innocent.
Kyra: I should see the space first, map things out.
Me: I’ll order takeout if you don’t mind sitting on the floor. The Wi-Fi is already connected through the building, bring your schoolwork with you if you want.
Kyra: I can come back to my room to study.
Me: Stay the night.
Kyra: You have a guest room?
Me: There are a few rooms, no furniture yet.
Me: Come on, princess.
Kyra:
Me: I’ll order burgers and sweet potato fries.
Kyra: Sold. Send me the address.
I chuckleas I forward her the address. Then I switch over to the food app to have an order delivered in half an hour. I should’ve started with the food. Sweet potatoes are her favorite.
There’s a knock on my door in record time. I grin as I make my way over to it and open it up.
Kyra stands in front of me in her typical attire of sundress and flats. Her hair is curled loosely and in a low ponytail, a few strands of her blonde hair frame her stunning face. I swallow as my eyes drink her in, down and back up.
I open the door wider and she smiles. Kyra walks in slowly, a brown leather book bag over her shoulder. And just like that, I swear the air fucking changes. An intoxicating smell curls around my senses. She smells like citrus and sunshine. There’s something else, softer, something entirely her—feminine in a way I hadn’t let myself notice until recently.
Is it weird to be smelling her? I close my eyes for half a second, leaning into that addictive smell. She doesn’t notice, too busy taking in the large empty space.
Kyra’s walking through the condo like it’s hers, confident with her commentary. She gestures at walls and talks about colors and wallpapers. I know I should be listening. I should be paying attention and nodding along so she doesn’t think I’m a complete idiot. Only, I can’t hear a single fucking word she’s saying. Her mouth moves and all I can think about is what those lips would feel like pressed to mine.
It hits me hard, low in the gut. Need. Not simple or casual. This feeling is deep and burying even deeper. Unrelenting. The kind that doesn’t go away even though it should.
I fucking want her.
I want Kyra in my space. Her smile on me, her laugh echoing off of these walls. I want her things to take up space here. It should scare the hell out of me. I’ve never wanted anyone like I do her. The attraction to her feels like it came out of nowhere, it hits me in the chest and I’m not sure I can breathe.
