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A Stranger With A Familiar Face

‘What’s wrong?’ Kieran kissed my neck, his arms around my waist. I stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘Can’t you tell?’ ‘You are mad.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Anyone with eyes can see that.’ He sighed. ‘I’m sorry, honey.’ I turned on the faucet and washed my hands. ‘Not your fault.’ ‘I’ll talk to Sarah.’ ‘Fine.’ I shrugged, filled a glass with water, started brushing my teeth. ‘You know I’m in a difficult position here.’ He held the glass for me. I nodded. He was just as unprepared for Sarah’s return as I was. I wasn’t mad at him. I was mad at the situation. He waited for me to finish brushing my teeth. ‘She has designs on you.’ I spat out a mouthful of foam. ‘Um…’ ‘Yes, she does!’ I whirled around, stabbed a finger at his chest. ‘A woman can always tell.’ ‘My heart belongs to you, you know that.’ He looked me in the eye. ‘I know.’ I sighed. ‘But apparently, she doesn’t.’ I walked out of the bathroom, made sure the bedroom door was closed and locked, then went to him. We sat o

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