Estella's POV
My head throbs before I even open my eyes, a dull ache pulsing at my temples. My stomach churns, a queasy knot that makes me dread moving. But for all the misery roiling inside, my body feels gloriously alive on the outside, sore in all the right places. Warm, hard muscle cradles me from every angle, and Killian’s steady breaths carry a soft, rumbling purr from his chest, wrapping me in a cocoon of heat and comfort.
I could stay like this forever. If it weren’t for the sunlight blazing through the windows, stabbing at my poor eyes, I might actually try. A low groan escapes me as I struggle to piece together how much I drank last night. When Killian and I lost ourselves in that storage room, I was only tipsy, riding the high of mind-blowing s*x. But drunk on endorphins, w
