The warmth of Killian's body pressed against mine was a haven of peace. Every muscle in me, weary from our passionate encounter, relaxed against his. His fingers, light and playful, danced through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. Then, a loud rumble shattered the quiet intimacy.
I felt heat creep into my cheeks, a blush that wouldn't be concealed, as I realized the source - my own stomach. My stomach, traitorous in its timing, had chosen this very moment to announce its hunger.
Killian chuckled, a soft, rumbling sound. "Somebody's hungry," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I hummed in response, too tired to muster more than a lazy sound.
"Tired, love?" he asked, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my skin.
"All your fault," I mumbled, my voice barely audible.
He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent another wave of warmth through me. "Well, you can't blame me, can you? Who made you so tempting?"
