So at least you're not the only one who can cook,he said with a smug face and she rolled her eyes.
As the scent of the freshly cooked meal filled the air, Sefra meticulously set the table, arranging the plates and cutlery with care. The anticipation of sharing this moment with Kiara stirred a mix of excitement and nervousness within him. He had poured his heart into the culinary creation, hoping to ignite a spark of joy in her eyes.
Kiara approached the table, her hunger evident in the way she eagerly took her seat. Sefra's heart swelled with anticipation as he watched her take the first bite. His culinary skills had always been a source of pride, and he yearned to see her savor the flavors he had meticulously crafted.
Kiara's eyes widened in delight as the explosion of flavors danced upon her palate. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and an involuntary moan of satisfaction escaped her. It was a sound that echoed through the room, a testament to the mouthwatering delight of the meal.
Sefra's heart soared at the sight of Kiara's enjoyment. He had hoped for her appreciation, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as her focus seemed more fixated on the food itself. In that moment, his own insecurities whispered in the depths of his mind.
As Kiara continued to relish each bite, oblivious to the conflicting emotions in Sefra's heart, he battled with the shadows of doubt. He questioned whether his culinary prowess was merely a distraction, a way to capture her attention without having to confront the intricacies of their budding relationship.
Attempting to shake off the nagging feeling, Sefra mustered a smile and spoke with a touch of lightness. "I'm glad you're enjoying the food, Kiara. It warms my heart to see you savoring each bite."
It is really good,I had no idea you were this good,she said and remembered something.
But your previous guards said they never had good food,did you never cook for them?,she asked innocently as she ate her food.
He stared at her for a while before saying"I cook only for those I love",he said and expected a reaction from her but got none,as she didn't hear him because she was so concentrated on the food in front of her,he suddenly lost his appetite by the lack of attention she was showing to him.
They finished eating and did the dishes together while making small chat,soon after they had finished.
Umm where do I sleep tonight?,Kiara asked and Sefra remembered that he still needed to give her space.
The other room is ready now,can I stay there?,she asked him unsure and he nodded hesitantly,she smiled before going to her room.
Back to having sleepless nights,he said and walked up to his room.
He had taken his bath and blow dried his hair before laying on the bed.
Restlessness filled Sefra's being as he found himself unable to sleep in the stillness of the night. The empty expanse of his own room felt cold and devoid of comfort, amplifying the ache of longing in his heart. Unable to bear the solitude any longer, he quietly slipped out of his room and ventured towards Kiara's.
With silent steps, Sefra approached Kiara's room, his heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and desire for solace. He gently pushed the door open, revealing the peaceful slumber that enveloped the room. The moon cast a soft glow, illuminating Kiara's form as she peacefully lay in bed.
Sefra carefully slipped under the covers, his presence a tender intrusion in the quiet space. He settled beside her, allowing his body to mold against hers, seeking the warmth and comfort that her presence offered. The scent of her, the softness of her breath, brought a sense of tranquility that he longed for.
As Sefra's eyes closed, he allowed himself to surrender to the exhaustion that had eluded him before. The rhythm of Kiara's breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, lulled him into a peaceful slumber. In that shared space, their hearts beat in unison, finding solace in each other's presence.
The night drifted by, cloaked in serenity, and as dawn began to peek through the window, Sefra stirred from his slumber. A tinge of regret washed over him, knowing that he had to depart from Kiara's side before she woke. With a silent farewell, he reluctantly slipped out of the bed, leaving her to continue her rest undisturbed.
As Sefra made his way back to his own room, the ghost of Kiara's presence clung to him. He couldn't help but yearn for the day when they could freely share their nights together, without the weight of their pasts or the fear of overstepping boundaries.
In his own room, Sefra sat on the edge of the bed, reflecting on the tender intimacy he had sought in those stolen moments. He understood the complexity of their connection, the delicate dance they had yet to fully embrace. But the night spent intertwined with Kiara had affirmed the depth of his love, reinforcing his commitment to navigate the challenges that lay ahead.
As the sun bathed the world in golden hues, Sefra resolved to cherish the memory of that stolen comfort, holding it close as a reminder of the love that burned between them. He yearned for the day when they could openly share their nights, their hearts united without hesitation or fear.
That day Kiara didn't see him anywhere,she thought he was in his room the whole day,so she decided not to disturb him but she was worried as he didn't step out for a while,she then decided to check his room and it was empty.
What..when did he step out,she had no idea he had left the house.
He left without informing her,or leaving anything behind,she was sad but couldn't say anything.
As the days passed without any sign of Sefra, Kiara's worry grew like an insidious vine, twisting around her heart. The absence of his presence in their shared home left an emptiness that seemed to echo through the halls. She paced back and forth in their living room, her anxiety mounting with each passing moment.