I would probably think that it was all in my head if the bed next to me wasn’t still warm. I turned to the side where Killian was sleeping and couldn’t help myself inhaling his masculine scent and closing my eyes with my hands.
What was I doing? Had I gone mad? And what did yesterday mean? Were we together now? Were we not?
Even in my past life, I never let anyone touch me there unless I had a relationship with that person. But Killian… Killian was messing everything in my head up.
I wanted to hate him. I had to hate him.
But I just couldn’t.
And remembering what we did last night made me question everything. Could he and I even be? Ever?
And why did he leave me alone in bed after what happened between us?
I realised that I did not want to think about it. Partially because I knew th
