Layla And Killian

Daniel used his phone to find another restaurant for us. He was mad that I hadn't told him I was in love with Killian. Oh, goddess, if only he knew I was still in love with Killian, except this time, my feelings are more substantial. That's why I'm gripped to Daniel's side. Maybe if I focused on him, I wouldn't think about Killian.

We had finished eating and walked home. I grabbed his hand, pleased he didn't revolt against my touch.

Once we reached home, Daniel kissed me and went to his room. He held my arm and got on my tiptoes, kissing his lips.

" I'm sorry," I said quietly.

" It's alright, love," he murmurs against my mouth. I kissed his neck, and he smiled, grabbing my ass and lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him again. He grins, eyeing me intently, his eyes dark with lust.

He kissed my neck, and his hands touching my skin made me shiver. However, knowing that Killian was somewhere in this house, nothing felt right about being touched by him l