Killian walked in two hours later while I stood in the kitchen, a glass of water in my hand, on my way to the bedroom. He was in formal attire.
He stopped in his tracks, took a step back, and turned to me. I leaned against the counter, letting him take in the full view as his eyes roamed over me without a word.
"How do I look?" I asked, crossing my ankles and raising an eyebrow.
The teal dress flowed elegantly around my figure—flattering, but not clinging. I’d paired it with silver heels and styled my hair in a simple, elegant twist, leaving a single red strand loose to frame my face.
I waited patiently, watching him. His eyes never left me as he walked closer, the echo of his shoes tapping across the floor growing louder with every step.
His gaze didn’t waver, and I couldn’t look awa
