Killian hooked his arms under Severine's knees and back, scooping her into his arms and carrying her away.
He set her down on the edge of the plush bed with a softness that belied the violence of the kiss they had just shared.
The heat hadn't faded from her face. Her ears burned, and so did her lips.
Her hair remained scattered over the pillow, a few ends of unruly strands entangled with Killian's shirt button.
The young lord chuckled before leaning over her. "It seems your hair likes me."
A deep smile played on his lips as he carefully removed her hair from his button.
It's not just my hair, Severine mused, but she didn't say it aloud.
That feeling of confession felt too heavy, as if it were a thick chain, and the moment she confessed, it would wrap around her neck and strangle her to death.
Killian wasn't expecting any answer from her to begin with. His smile remained as he dropped another kiss on her forehead before kissing her cheek.
Then he sighed.
