CELIA
His drunk eyes met mine as he held my wrist, sitting on the couch in front of me.
“I have to tell you something…”
“What is it?” My forehead crumpled up.
He flashed a playful smile and pulled me onto his lap.
“W-What are you doing?” I was flustered.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my chest.
“Killian!” My voice mumbled.
“Yes, Killian!” He said, calm and pleased.
“It feels good to hear Killian…not Keith!”
“Let me go!” My hands tried to push him away.
*Hiccup
“You don't like my touch?”
Brushing through my left cheek, he looked into my eyes.
“I love you so much.”
Hearing those words, my chest tightened.
“Let me go!” My voice demanded.
“If I hadn't pretended to kill you, Gelen would have killed you that night. I w-anted to run away with you so
