Rae's POV
The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and the faint sweetness of the cinnamon rolls Mom had left warming in the oven before heading upstairs to shower.
Steam curled from the pot on the counter, and the soft hiss of the shower running upstairs was the only other sound in the house.
I stood barefoot in Killian's oversized black T-shirt, the hem skimming the tops of my thighs, nothing underneath but a thin pair of black lace panties.
My hair was still damp from my own shower, loose waves clinging to my neck and shoulders.
I reached for the coffee mugs, humming quietly under my breath, trying to act normal.
Trying to pretend my body wasn't still humming from last night, still sensitive, still remembering every place Killian's mouth and hands had been.
I didn't hear him co
