Rae's POV
The house felt heavier that morning, like it knew Mom was coming back tomorrow and was already preparing to close its doors on us.
I woke up tangled in Killian's arms, his chest warm against my back, his hand resting possessively on my hip.
Sunlight slipped through the blinds in soft stripes, warming the sheets. I lay there for a long minute, just breathing him in-cedar, clean cotton, the faint salt of his skin. My body was light, happy, completely his.
He stirred, arm tightening around me. His lips brushed my shoulder-soft, sleepy kisses trailing up my neck.
"Morning," he murmured, voice rough.
"Morning," I whispered, turning in his arms to kiss him properly.
The kiss was slow, deep-tongue stroking mine in lazy sweeps, the piercing cool and perfect. I sighed into his mou
