I woke up with a hangover and no Killian. There were two Ibuprofen along with a glass of water and a note beside the bed.
Legs,
Be back soon. Order yourself breakfast.
K
I placed my order. Killian didn't return until an hour after it arrived. He brushed his lips against my cheek, made his way to the shower, and left me without a word. I'd smelled his sweaty, musky post-workout body. With a smile, I thought that I wouldn't mind if he didn't shower.
When he came out, he turned on the television after sitting on the couch. He didn't look at me or speak.
This was game-day Killian.
I took my shower, fixed my hair and makeup then grabbed my book. A large comfortable-looking chair sat close to the couch, but Killian stopped me before I settled in.
"No. Here." He spread his legs and pointed between them.
