Chapter 14

We dropped our clothes in the laundry room and then took a long, warm shower. Soap led to caresses and caresses to more. I was beginning to think everything with Killian led to more. We were too tired to watch a movie, so we went straight to bed after I braided my hair to ensure the wet mass wouldn't dry hairy scary. Killian patiently watched me and then as soon as we climbed into bed, he slowly removed the hair tie and unfurled my handiwork.

"Argh, you must like the Medusa look on me."

"Hmm," he said tiredly and pulled me in close.

His musky, just-washed scent surrounded me as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The alarm woke me up.

"It's Saturday," I mumbled.

"You don't run on Saturdays?"

I rolled over expecting him to next to me, but Killian was standing beside the bed dressed in sweats. I squinted with tired eyes and noticed the brush in his hand.

"Sit up."

I tried to pull the sheet over my upper body, but he stopped me. I shouldn't have bothered, but I chalked it up to sle