Birds chirped in the early morning.
A few golden rays sneaked into the bedroom through a gap in the curtains, falling on the two figures deep in slumber.
Severine's long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, nearly brushing against Killian's neck.
Sometime in the night, she had managed to snuggle deeper into him, her nose resting against his nape. A faint scent of something light lingered around her.
Confused gray eyes slowly regained focus, then widened in shock.
Killian was close, too close.
A faint crimson coated her cheeks. Her fingers fidgeted over the fabric as panic began to settle in her core.
When she realized it was Killian's shirt, the heat on her face intensified further, traveling to her ears and down her nape.
That fluster eased her panic, turning it into wisps of shame.
How could she have called Killian in the middle of the night? Not only that, she had even asked him to sleep with her!
Oh lord, what have I done?
Have I lost my mind?
