The Broken

Falling In Love

Killian's POV

It is dinner time. My mother called me down to dinner. I don't know why we still have to make family dinners every night. I am 19 now, but she insists we spend time together every night, chatting about our day. I don't care much about talking to my parents about my day-to-day life. I only speak when spoken to, most of the talking over dinner is between my mom and dad. It always ends up being something to do with the Family business, I am not interested in so I just keep to myself. the one thing that makes it worth putting up Family dinners every night is when I hear Skylyn giggle or see a smile on her face. She has been through so much in her life, and it is nice to see her happy; even if it's for short periods; suddenly, I am pulled away from my thoughts. "May I be excused?" she asks my mom; I didn't hear what she said after. she glances over in my direction as she walks to the kitchen with a slight smile and a twinkle in her Eyes that catches my breath for a moment. I don't know why I feel like that every time, but I do.

As I finish my food, my parents are still conversing. I stand up, clear my plates, and start walking towards the kitchen when mom speaks, making me turn around "done be a too late, sweetheart," she says with a big smile on her face and a wink like she is saying something that has an entirely different meaning behind what she said "goodnight" I say as I turn back around putting my plates in the sink .walking outside I suddenly feel the need to go for a run as I make it to the forest entrance I smell a familiar captivating scent of sandalwood and roses. I entered the forest and shifted, running full speed to keep myself distracted. I don't know how many hours have passed. Still, the sun was almost down when I headed back to the forest entrance and stopped not too far when I saw skylyn shift into her human form, which was breathtakingly beautiful, with long black hair like the sky on a beautiful moon-covered night, that had slight waves going down to her hips with red streaks in the front of her figure smooth yet muscular. With clear crystal green eyes, she turns around with bright pink cheeks, nervous. I walked closer to her wanting to say something, to hold her.

I don't know what came over; our bodies were almost touching one step, and our bodies were rigid. Suddenly, she turned around, putting a pair of shorts in her hand, still gazing into her beautiful eyes. I don't know how long we had been staring into the eyes of each other breathlessly. I heard her voice low, quiet—hints of nervousness in her voice. "I'm sorry," she says softly as if the wind would float her words away; she suddenly turns around and runs off as I stand there. Not knowing what to say or do, I caught a breath I didn't know I was holding; I got dressed and slowly walked back to the house. I started walking down the hall when I felt the urge to say something to her : apologies for earlier. I walked to my room; I stopped in front of her door, trying to stay calm. I slowly opened her door to see if she was awake. When I feel like I cannot speak, I glance over to see her curled up in bed, blankets wrapped around her angelic body, strands of hair lightly sitting on her face with a small smile across her lips. “Killian” she whispers in her sleep with a soft sexy tone to her voice catching me off guard . I slowly closed the door after standing there for a few minutes, not wanting to wake her. I continued down the hall to my room, went in and closed the door, enjoying the darkness to steady my thoughts, not knowing what had come over me; slowly, my eyes closed, letting me drift off into a peaceful sleep. Thinking about her calling my name well she was sleeping .curiosity consuming me with what she was dreaming about.