Eva's pov
Morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, bathing the spacious kitchen in a warm golden glow. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of buttered toast.
Eva stood at the marble island, carefully pouring coffee into two mugs.
She smiled faintly to herself as she stirred a spoonful of sugar into one of the cups.
She couldn't stop thinking about last night. She hardly had a wink of sleep, thinking about the kiss, she had her first kiss with Killian and it wasn't anything she ever dreamed of.
Suddenly a strong pair of arms slipped around her waist and she let out a small, silent gasp before relaxing.
Killian rested his chin lightly against her shoulder.
"Good morning angel."
Angel, that end
