POV: Killian
A couple of hours passed. Genuinely hours.
It was nearing three in the morning by the time she got up to leave. I stayed stretched out on the bed, head propped on my arm, watching her pull her thong back on. My eyes traced every curve I'd had my hands and mouth on not that long ago, and some reckless part of me wanted to reach out and start all over again.
"This is really not what I had in mind when I said let's meet at your place," she said, pulling her dress over her head and smoothing it down over her hips with the kind of practiced ease that told me she'd done this particular walk of shame calculus before, just never with me.
"Wasn't exactly my plan either," I said, rolling onto my side and propping myself up on an elbow, watching the city lights bleed gold through the
