Emma POV
I was still on cloud nine after the magical night with Killian. The walks through the alleys of London, the ice cream, the dancing under the lights in the garden... everything seemed perfect, worthy of a romantic comedy. But, of course, the real world still existed, and there was a certain “detail” that I needed to resolve. And this detail had a name: the blonde from the nightclub. That cheap Barbie stuck to Killian like he was the last Coca-Cola in the desert.
We walked hand in hand through the streets, and my mind was buzzing. How was I going to bring this up without sounding like a jealous possessor? But, oh, who was I kidding? I *was* jealous – at least when it came to him. I took a deep breath and tried to start casually, but the truth is, I got right into it.
"Killian, so
