"Well, before I show you my recklessness, let's have some real talk. Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything about you," she said, loosening his tie and staring him down. "What's your favorite color? Did you like school? Did you go to prom with a date? Break any bones? Ever been skiing? You know, s**t like this."
Killian paused, his chest heaving as he held her against the glass. He stared at her for a long, quiet moment, matching her wicked smile with a look of pure, affectionate disbelief.
"Real talk?" he repeated, a slow, genuine laugh breaking across his face. "You want to talk about high school prom while wrapped around me fifty stories above the city? You really are dangerous, woman."
Gently, he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the dark hardwood floor,
