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Morning light shines through the bedroom curtains as the sun begins to rise. Killian’s heavy arm is locked around me securely as I try to shuffle up from bed. I’m not a big hugger, especially since Killian is a walking, talking heater in his sleep.
Someone knocks on my door. “Kill, get out here,” King’s voice bellows from the other side.
Killian groans, rolling to his back. I flip over and rest my head on the palm of my hand, looking over “just woke” Killian.
“It’s not fair you look cute when you wake up.”
Killian smirks, licking his lips and shoving me backward onto my back while resting between my legs. He grinds into me. “I’m always this cute.”
“Really?” I reach for my phone, snapping it to selfie mode. He bites down on my jaw as I snap the photo from the side. I study it closely. For the first time I see what everyone else sees when they look at us.
The door swings open behind us and Killian growls, dropping his head onto my shoulder.
“I hate to break up this fiasco, but Delila is waiting for us downstairs and she’s not in a good mood.”
He bites the flesh on my neck and tugs backward before jackknifing up out of bed. “Fine, I’m coming.”