Loraine’s POV When I finally opened my eyes, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. But as I stretched, reaching out instinctively, my hand only met cold, empty sheets. Killian wasn’t there. A flutter of disappointment settled in my stomach. Memories of last night surfaced—the way his lips had lingered on mine, the steady warmth of his arms wrapped around me, the way his cock grinded against my clothed pussy, only to leave me wanting more. I sighed, sexual frustration simmering just beneath the surface. But before I could think too deeply about it, there was a knock at the door, and Kris and Preston strolled in, looking far too awake and annoyingly smug. “Morning, sleepyhead,” Kris greeted, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he took in my half-awake expression. “Did someone have an interesting night?” I rolled my eyes, pulling the blankets up around myself. “Where’s Killian? No, let's guess; he had important things to do, I’m sure.” I tr
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