Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 192

Accidentally Yours

Chapter 192

He groaned. “Lola…”

“You love it,” she sing songed.

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gave her a flat look, but his chest betrayed him with the truth. “Yeah. I do.”

Her grin faltered, softened. She set her mug down and leaned her head on his shoulder, “I know,”

Nico froze for a second, then let himself exhale. He rested his cheek against the crown of her head, her braid tickling his jaw. She smelled like soap and sugar, like home.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” he murmured.

“Me?” She lifted her head, mock–offended.

“Yeah. You walk in, wreck all my defenses, and then act like it’s nothing.”

She laughed softly, eyes shining. “Guess I’m good at demolition.”

“Guess you are.”

Time blurred. They talked for hours–her curled into the corner of the couch, him half–turned toward her, their knees brushing when conversation got animated.

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She told him about the book she was reading, how she hated the main character but loved the world anyway, because sometimes stories weren’t about liking the people in them–they were about what those people revealed in you. He’d never thought about it like that. He found himself asking questions, not because he cared about the book, but because he cared about the way her eyes lit when she explained it.

Music came next, and that was when she really unraveled. She leaned forward, hands carving shapes in the air, hoodie sleeve sliding back to her elbow. “It’s not just sound,” she insisted, eyes bright, “Every instrument hits somewhere different in your hody, Like–the cello? God. It has this way of tearing you apart only to remake you again. Almost like an ego death, but less drama, more… row feeling. The strings sit in this perfect range that drag everything out of you. All the deepest shit you thought you buried? Gone. No option. It just rips it up and makes you feel it.”

Nico just stared. He’d never thought about music like that–never thought about anything like that. He liked what he liked, didn’t pick it apart. But now? Now he couldn’t stop imagining the cello the way she described it: something brutal and beautiful, a blade that cut so you could remember you still bled.

And it hit him–he loved the cello. Not because he’d ever cared about it before, but because she made it sound like the most important thing in the world.

He realized he was smiling, not at the words, but at her–animated, alive, making him see the world in ways he’d never considered. It felt like a trick, like

ce she’d slipped something into his veins and now he was seeing everything sharper, brighter.

The hours folded in on themselves. She ranted about shows he had to watch; he swore half her taste was garbage, which made her throw a pillow at him. He caught it one–handed and tossed it back. She stuck her tongue out, grinning like she’d just won something.

At some point, she slid sideways until her head was in his lap, scrolling through her phone, occasionally

nally showing him something she

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deemed funny. All the while he absentmindedly played with the end of her braid. She hummed something under her breath–maybe a song she’d mentioned earlier, maybe just a thread of thought tumed sound–and Nico thought he could live forever in this moment

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