"You have a pool here?" Killian's voice was still laced with sleep, his eyes clouded with a drowsy confusion as he scratched at his hair, which was still a chaotic, ruffled mess from the pillows.
He yawned, nearly tearing up from the impact. "I want to sleep more."
He would have liked to stay in bed much longer if Severine hadn't left. Along with her went her warmth, and he had to open his eyes to this cruel corporate world.
Honestly, who the fuck made the rule that one had to wake up early in the morning?
Can't they change it to another time?
While fumbling with the strings of his t-shirt, he ended up walking into the other side of the terrace attached to Severine's room.
Magically, he discovered the swimming pool filled with clear water.
He rarely entered her private quarters without her, and even when he did, his attention was usually focused on a single point: Severine herself.
He honestly hadn't noticed the hidden architectural marvel of her bedroom before.
