Hilary understood why her friends were confused. To them, Kai might as well be a computer for all that he expressed.

"He seems so cold," one would say.

Hilary would shrug. She knew it mattered to Kai what others knew what about his personal life, so she'd long ago sealed her lips when it came to him. "He has his moments,"

"Does he talk to you? Like, really talk?"

"We understand each other very well,"

"I've never seen him reach for you? Does he ever, you know..."

They'd look at her with wide, concerned eyes. If she wasn't used to people being curious about what Kai was like in private, she would call them stupid for thinking she'd stay in such an unloving, one-sided relationship. Hilary understood. She wore her emotions like a badge of honor. She knew everyone could see how much she loved Kai.

They couldn't see the way Kai would give her a proper kiss in the morning, even before she was fully awake. He'd be dressed, ready for the office when he'd come over and sit on her side of the bed.

She would feel the brush of his fingers curling hair behind her ear before the whisper of his lips pressed lightly against her cheek or temple. He'd linger for a moment. She could feel his chest expand as he inhaled deeply. His fingers would trail under her jaw as he got up and her eyes would open just in time to see him with the softest smile.

He wouldn't say anything but Hilary had never felt so loved.

It hadn't always been like that, though.


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