Back in the bedroom, the sudden loss of her warmth made Killian stir. He reached out blindly, his large hand brushing against empty sheets. His eyes cracked open, blinking against the darkness.
"Raya? Baby, where are you?" he called out, his voice thick and rough with sleep.
"In the bath," she called back softly, her voice echoing slightly against the tile. "Go back to sleep, it's early."
But Killian was already shifting. He climbed out of the tangled bed, completely unbothered by the chilly night air, and followed the low light into the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe for a second, taking in the sight of her surrounded by bubbles, before walking right over to the edge of the tub.
"Are you okay, Baby?" he asked, his dark eyes full of concern as he looked down at her. "Let me
