Severine had expected a few things to be changed between her and Killian.
She had anticipated a shift in their dynamic, perhaps a softening of his edges or a gradual deepening of their trust.
But she had not expected this.
Returning to the villa, she was faced with the undeniable fact that Killian had finally stopped playing the part of the patient suitor.
He had started revealing his true nature to her, and it was far more overwhelming than she had been prepared for.
All of his earlier restraints, the careful distance he had maintained during their first few weeks, were nothing more than pretenses—a thin veil of civility designed to keep from scaring her away.
After that night—when he had teased her, kissed her, touched her, and done almost everything other than taking the last step out of consideration for her—the young lord had become more aggressive.
It was as if a seal had been broken.
