Living with Him

My toes curled under the sheets as Killian's tongue tenderly explored my mouth. There was nothing hasty about that kiss, as if he were taking his time to trace every nerve within me. Finally, he leaned back, leaving me breathless. He ran the tip of his tongue across his lower lip as if he wanted to savor the remains of our kiss.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, slowly rising from the bed. Confused, I watched him walk toward the door. “Now I'm ready to get some sleep.” He gave me a playful grin, winking at me as he grabbed the door handle. “Goodnight, Josie.”

“Good… night,” I breathed out, glancing at the early sunrays, sneaking through the window.

A heartbeat passed, and I was in the bedroom alone. My eyes were still locked on the door as I struggled to process what had happened. I licked my lips, finding them deliciously swollen from the kiss. He'd said that I was his addiction… Well, I might have been becoming an addict too.

I pressed my hand to my heart as if to keep it inside my ribcage.