Penelope woke up tangled in the sheets. The morning sun softly beamed through the windows and onto her face. With her eyes still closed, she patted the spot beside her but her hand came up empty. Immediately, her eyes snapped open. “Killian?” Her eyes darted to every corner of the room, looking for him. Had he left her? She asked herself warily. She slowly climbed out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around her small body. At the same moment, the door opened to reveal Killian wearing an apron with a tray in hand. Subconsciously, she let out a huge sigh of relief. “Killian.” She whispered in shock. Killian shot her a confused look. “Morning, Ms. Winters. You look like you have seen a ghost. What were you doing?” He inquired, staring at her wrapped in the sheets, along with trying to decipher the strange expression on her face. She stared down at how ridiculous she looked with the sheets wrapped around her being, “Uh… Nothing.” “Indeed.” Killian said. “Come here. I made breakfast.
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