Rae's POV
I woke before the sun fully climbed the sky, soft golden light spilling through the half-open blinds and painting Killian in warm honey.
He was still asleep, one arm thrown over my waist, the other tucked under his pillow, lips slightly parted.
His lashes cast long shadows on his cheeks, and the usual sharp edges of his face were softened in sleep.
He looked almost boyish, innocent, even, if you ignored the dark stubble along his jaw and the tattoos peeking from the sleeve of the T-shirt he'd fallen asleep in.
I couldn't stop staring.
My fingers moved on their own, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the curve where it met his ear, the little dent in his chin.
I brushed the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip, plump and soft, and felt my heart do something ridiculous.
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