23. I accept you as you are.
Katarina
Oh s**t, I shot him.
I shot him!
We both stare at each other, frozen in space and time, as if neither of us can believe it. Despite the evidence —the blood pouring out of his calf— neither of us seems to conceive what just happened.
Oh my God, I shot my husband.
On our honeymoon.
What if he dies?
Killian grits his teeth, it's more a grimace of rage than pain, then falls down sitting on the bed.
"Oh my God, I shot you."
The look he gives me is worthy of a villain, a villain who just got shot... by his wife.
Fuck.
"Do you think so, Katarina?"
The blood starts to run profusely down his skin and I start to freak out.
"It was your fault!" I stammer. "I didn't mean to hurt you, not really, or maybe I did, a little, I don't know! You got in my
