Khloe's P.O.V.
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"Kacper?" I whispered.
I must be dreaming. This isn't happening.
Kacper looks... different. His suit is all sloppy with his shirt half tucked in, and his tie barely on right. His green eyes are slightly bloodshot, and he looks tired.
I hate that my first instinct was to reach out to him.
Three years! Three full years, and I still can't control myself?
"Either I'm drunker than I thought, or... I'm dreaming." He muttered.
Kacper kept his eyes locked on mine as he stepped closer to me. His eyes slowly trailed down my body as he got closer. I feel frozen in my spot.
Do something!
I turned around, and grabbed the doorknob. I had just got the door opened, but then it slammed shut. I looked up to see Kacper's hand pressed on the door a
