Even if he did not speak to me very often I was starting to get the impression that I was winning Killian over. His brooding and constant glaring during the day did nothing to prevent the butterflies that filled my stomach each time he crawled into bed with me late at night.
Even if he wanted to pretend as if he hated me when the sun was up it was no longer a subconscious action to pull me close. Now he would wrap me in his arms and curl around my small body as soon as he got under the blanket with me.
It had secretly become my favorite part of my day.
He was the most attractive man I had ever met and while I knew nothing about him his touch seemed to quiet all the noise in my head and of the world around me. I felt at peace when he held me. I had to wonder if he sensed it too and if it
