When I opened my eyes the next day, I heard utensils clicking. I threw off the covers and pulled on Killian’s shirt that had been left on the floor. I followed the sounds to the kitchen and found Killian in simple grey sweatpants and a T-shirt, cooking.
It was charming how he moved around the kitchen, as if he'd been doing it for years.
"I didn't know you could cook?"
He turned to me with a smile. "Good morning, love."
The way he said 'love' slowed down as he took me in. His eyes darkened, and I pulled out a chair, sitting down and crossing my bare legs—completely in his view.
He turned back to the counter and plated whatever he had taken out of the pan.
"It's part of the training and..." He took a deep breath, then turned to me and placed the two plates on the table. "You should con
