134: Dark and vengeful

Elaine’s POV

I was in the midst of my dark, vengeful thoughts when I felt the gentle press of lips against my forehead.

At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then the kisses continued, moving to my cheeks and nose, warm and insistent. My eyes fluttered open to find Killian's face close to mine, his eyes soft and filled with affection.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in my mind.

Despite myself, I couldn't help but smile. Killian's kisses were tender, each one a silent promise of love and devotion. I used to think that I didn't deserve love, that it was a luxury reserved for others. But now, lying here with Killian, feeling his lips on my skin, I wanted to soak up every ounce of affection he offered.

He pressed a final kiss to my lips, lingering and sweet, before pulling back slightly to look at me. "You were smiling in your sleep," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "What were you dreaming about?"

I hesitated