Chapter 63

I didn't wait for the sun to set. Steven and I had spent the entire day having sex, fueled by passion and desire.

But now, as I stirred from my slumber, a different kind of hunger gnawed at my insides, twisting my stomach into knots.

He lay there beside me, peacefully asleep, his features softened by the gentle light filtering through the curtains.

I couldn't help but trace the lines of his face, committing every detail to memory.

This would be the last time I'd see him like this.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his right cheek, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down my spine.

"Goodbye, Steven," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.

I gathered my clothes from where they lay scattered across the floor, dressing in haste as if the very act could shield me from the storm brewing inside.

With trembling hands, I closed the door behind me, leaving Steven undisturbed in his slumber.

Killian stood waiting for me in the garden, his pre