Desiree

Chapter Fourteen

Desiree

I woke up in the arms of the man I despised the most.

Killian Donovan.

The only thing I didn’t despise was his warmth.

I slowly sneaked out of bed. I opened up my eyes fully and my eyes landed on a beautiful mess.

The man beside me was a beautiful mess. His hair.

Dangled playful across his face and his face was so relaxed, baby-like but yet had the definition of

masculinity.

He even looked hotter than when he was awake.

I found myself gushing over how light his breathing is in sleep.

My eyes trailed down to his bare chest, observing his little nipples that just stood there looking at me.

I trailed his tattoos with my fingers and I know he was supposed to feel it, but my body was getting the tingles instead.

I pulled myself away from my trance, got out of bed and began to find my things.

I looked around the room and the room was a MESS, my cheeks burned red while I reminisced about the previous night.

I began to pick up stuff silently, and i