krydwen

Where mystery meets romance...

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We lay next to each other, both of us not saying a thing, but I feel comfortable. I don’t have the impulse to have to talk to him to avoid an awkward silence because it has never been awkward with Ash, I realise. 

“You asleep?” he whispers to me. 

“Nope,” I reply quietly. “It’s weird because my body is so tired but I can’t seem to shut my brain off.” 

“Me neither,” he says. I hear the crackling of the fresh sheet under us move and realise Ash has turned to face me.  

“Uhm, what?” I ask dubiously. 

“Nothing, I’m just trying to find a comfortable position.” 

“Okay,” I say as I stare at him in the dim glow of the candles. 

Ash stares back at me, his hand lifts to push away a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes, then he closes his eyes. He is asleep in the next moment, with his hand frozen on my cheek. 

Usually, with anyone else, I would push his hand away because it feels wrong and uncomfortable. But his caress felt good against the slight burn on my skin. And as he rests his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but think about how no one has ever held me close to them and makes me feel this way. Even though Ash and I are far from holding each other close, just a touch of his hand comforts me in ways that others’ hugs have tried and failed. 

Without much thinking, I push Ash’s fallen hair out of his eyes and rest my hand against his cheek. In the next moment, as my eyes start to droop, I feel a pull of his cheek against my palm and realise he is smiling. 

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When an apartment building is plagued by a strange substance in its water, its residents uncover a foreboding mystery that will perish them all. With a deadly fog that blocks their escape, they must now forget their differences and work together to overcome the horrifying events that ultimately threaten their survival.

Black In the Water

I can't believe there has ever been anything between Ash and me. Never in a million years would I ever thought I would catch the interest of someone as popular as Ash, but there is still the possibility that his feelings for me grew when the whole apocalyptic event happened. It opened our eyes to the possibility that we might not be alive come tomorrow.

I turn around to face Ash, his hands still on my waist. "Mr. Sanders, are you flirting with me?" I teased him.

"Why, yes, miss. I believe so." The telltale of a flirty smile appears on his face before he bends down to kiss me on the lips.

It is a light kiss, a peck really, but it makes my whole body tingle. We both pull away—the possibility of deepening the kiss still there but neither of us took the chance to actually do it.

Apartment 12. Aiden Jenkins. Crashing