11. Pride and Prejudice.
Katarina.
I wake up in an empty bed, Killian's scent still on his cold side of the bed and his silk shirt still the only thing covering my body.
What happened last night?
I close my eyes, recalling the events about which I don't know how to feel.
I bring my hand to my neck where I can still feel his lips feeling my pulse. I stifle the shiver that runs through my body. And it's not his action that shakes me to the core, it's the undercurrent of it.
Why would he, of all people, need to feel me alive in order to fall asleep?
As if he's afraid I'll disappear at any moment.
As if he's afraid of losing me.
I shake my head to push the thought away. Trying to figure Killian out would only give me a bad migraine and right now what I need is a clear mind to know w
