Rae's POV
Climbing the stairs, I felt sick.
Getting to my room, I changed into pajamas-his old T-shirt, soft shorts-trying to feel normal. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, stared at my reflection.
My cheeks were still flushed, lips swollen from Zara's kisses. I looked... guilty.
I crawled into bed, pulled the covers up to my chin, and stared at the ceiling.
My phone buzzed.
Killian:
You in your room? Everything okay?
I stared at the screen, thumb hovering. Guilt twisted harder.
Me:
Yeah. Just tired. Going to sleep. Goodnight.
Killian:
Goodnight, babygirl. I love you. Dream of me.
I stared at the words until they blurred.
I love you too.
I didn't reply.
I turned off the light, curled into a ball, and tried to sleep.
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I woke up in my own bed for the first time in wha
