Rae's POV
Only one day left.
The thought sat heavy in my chest as I woke up, sunlight filtering through the blinds in soft, golden streaks. Killian's arm was draped over my waist, his chest warm against my back, breath steady and deep against my neck.
I lay there for a long moment, memorizing the feel of him-the way his fingers splayed across my stomach, the faint scratch of his stubble on my shoulder, the quiet safety of being tangled with him.
Mom would be home tomorrow.
I turned in his arms, pressing my face to his chest. He stirred, hand sliding up my back, pulling me closer.
"Morning," he murmured, voice rough with sleep. He kissed my forehead-slow, lingering-then my temple, then the corner of my mouth.
"Morning," I whispered, tilting my face up for a proper kiss.
He obliged-
