Mila's POV
I pushed my phone to the far corner of the dresser.
Killian shut the door and leaned against the wall beside it.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“What are you doing here?”
“It’s my place.”
“It’s my room for now.”
“Given by me.”
“So what? Would you like me to leave, then?” I raised an eyebrow.
“On the contrary.” He c****d his head to one side, his dark eyes locking with mine. My gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips, then to his hands. They were large, with long, lean fingers. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing the defined muscles of his forearms.
“Then I suggest you leave,” I said, swallowing hard as I forced myself to look away.
“Do you really want me to?” he asked, crossing his ankles and slipping his hands into his pockets. I met his dark gaze, my lips parti
