The morning sun peeked through the heavy grey curtains, pulling me from sleep.
The bed beneath me felt warm. An unfamiliar warmth, different from the one that came from the queen-sized bed of my room.
A body shifted next to mine, mumbling unintelligibly. Instinctively, I shoved him away, pushing us both out of the bed.
Killian stood instantly, in all his shirtless glory, clutching that goddamn handgun like a lifeline. He seriously f*****g slept with that thing.
Even though he would never shoot me, it still made my heart race. After all, a six-foot-tall tattooed mafia pointing an armed gun wasn't exactly an ideal sight to wake up to.
Regardless of how handsome he was. And with his usually tamed and styled hair rough from sleep, he did appear more down to earth. More human and less like
