Rae's POV
I was still sprawled on Zara's carpet, cheeks aching from laughing, when I finally typed back.
Me:
miss you more 🥺
almost done terrorizing Zara. come get me whenever you want ♡
Three dots appeared instantly.
Killian ❤️:
on my way. five minutes.
Zara read over my shoulder and fake-swooned. "Five minutes? Girl, he's got it bad."
Exactly four minutes and fifty-two seconds later (I counted), my phone buzzed again.
Killian ❤️:
outside, baby.
I scrambled up, smoothing my dress, suddenly nervous for no reason. Zara shoved me toward the door with a final squeal of "Go get your man!" and practically pushed me out.
The second I stepped onto the porch, the driver's door opened and Killian unfolded himself from the car, black T-shirt stretched across his chest, jeans hugging
