Emma
The sun streamed through the windows of Killian's apartment, shining light directly into my eyes and reminding me that the day had begun. I stretched out on the couch and looked around. Killian was in the kitchen, his back to me, fiddling with something on the counter.
“Are you awake?” he asked without turning around, the husky voice of the morning still present.
“Depends,” I replied, still adjusting myself. “If it means I get coffee, then yes.”
He laughed quietly, taking a cup and filling it. “Here you go, princess. Black coffee, no sugar, just the way you like it.”
“You don’t forget anything, right?” I picked up the cup and took a sip, feeling the heat spread through my body.
Killian sat across from me with the same mug he always used. “You can’t forget some things, Emma.”
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