Who's the Whore now?

_Ruelle’s POV_

My eyes closed on their own accord as Killian closed the gap between us. I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer to me as our kiss deepened.

His arms wrapped tightly around me like he was afraid I was going to run from him.

Slowly, he broke our kiss, placing his forehead on mine.

I took a minute before my eyes opened and I stared into his dark eyes.

They were a whirlpool of emotions, threatening to pull me in.

“But.. how?” I stuttered, searching his face.

My question wasn't properly asked, but he understood.

How was he seeing, how did it happen? How was he even a judge for this?

“I've been able to see for a while now. Even before I met you,”

It took me a while to understand what he said, my eyes searching around in confusion.

Wait.. wait..

Back up a minute.

A lot of memories came rushing back to me, memories of when I had taken my clothes off around him.

I had thought he was blind then.

“Are you telling me you've been able to see almost this while?” I gritt