31. What do you want from me?
Willa.
When I open my eyes, Reid is still lying on top of me, fast asleep.
I vaguely remember that last night he arrived, undressed us, and nestled himself between my thighs. Killian is okay—or at least that’s what Reid told me before we fell asleep. He didn’t say anything else, and I was too drowsy to try asking more questions.
I sigh, staring at the ceiling as I recall the pain in Reid’s eyes when he learned that his brother had been attacked. These feelings are so new and strange to me. Wanting so desperately to erase someone else’s suffering is something I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. Seeing Reid in pain is unbearable—truly unbearable. And I’m a little scared of the enormity of my love for him because if this ends in heartbreak, I will be devasta
