Elena
Killian was already up and out of bed when I woke.
At first I thought he had left me there alone, until I turned over and saw him sitting in the chair by the window. He was reading a paperback book that looked like a romance novel, clearly something left behind or planted in the room to encourage the happy couple who was staying there.
He seemed to be enjoying himself by the color high in his cheeks and the smug look in his eyes. I cleared my throat and got his attention. It him scrambling to sit up straight and put the book on the table next him, trying to print I hadn’t just got him reading it.
I laughed softly, and he couldn’t help but smile as well. I’d never seen him so sheepish around me, especially after we’d slept together. Though, to be fair, usually we didn’t share a
