Page 66 of Killian De Luca

Reign is like a delicate flower that you should keep protected, like the flower from Beauty and the Beast.

“I think you were meant for me, Reign. In a way you were made perfectly for me.”

Reign shakes her head lightly but blushes. She grabs my hand and pulls me towards the art, not saying anything.

But she doesn’t need to because I have a feeling, just a really strong fucking feeling that this girl is going to somehow make my life better.

That’s exactly what she was made to do with this life.

While she dances around the museum, looking at the art, I can’t take my eyes off her.

There is art all around us, but she is the one I can’t keep my eyes off of.

Thirty-Three

Killian

After the museum yesterday,Reign and I spent the rest of the day at the hill, under the stars.

She talked, I listened. When she started rambling a little too much I couldn’t help but smile and cut her off by grabbing her throat and kissing her.

When we got back to the house around midnight, I was going to let her go up to her room by herself for the night but Reign gave me those begging eyes that made her kind of look like Puss The Cat for a second and I couldn’t say no.

That girl and her goddamn eyes.

It was a struggle leaving her this morning but I had to before her mom or Kyra checked up on her. I told her I would see her for breakfast but she just murmured okay in a sleepy tone since she was kind of half asleep.

Ever since I started sleeping with Reign, I noticed I don’t have trouble staying asleep at night. I can sleep a full eight hours without tossing or turning when my body is next to hers. I don't wake up with a heavy beating heart or sweat on my forehead.

It’s around 8 in the morning which means breakfast should be ready. I don’t change out of the dark gray sweatpants I’mwearing and I just throw on a black hoodie so I don’t have my chest out.

When I walk inside the main house I see Reign sitting at the dining table with her grandma who’s drinking tea while smiling at Reign as she talks.

Reign has a certain glow on her face that wasn’t there before and it’s refreshing to see her smile actually mean something.

This morning she’s wearing her hair in a loose bun making me able to see all her features perfectly. She has a white tank top on and then a pair of black sweatpants.

She looks absolutely breathtaking.

I sit at the table next to Reign, my hand going on her thigh. I’m pretty sure that Reign blushes but I don’t tease her about it.

“Morning, Killian. How’d you sleep last night?” Kyra asks with a smirk on her face.

Too fucking good.

“Fine. And yourself?”

“Wonderful. You two got in late last night. Mind telling me what you were doing with my granddaughter here so late last night?” Kyra raises an eyebrow at me and Reign.

Reign blushes and tries to cover it with her hands.

“None of your business.” I say while gripping Reign’s thigh.

“Well then.” Kyra says before sipping her cup of tea.

I turn to look at Reign. “How’d you sleep?’

“Good. I had a certain pillow that was comfy to sleep on.” Reign says, giving me a teasing look. “I just wish you wouldn’t have to leave in the mornings.” She says in a hushed whisper but I know that Kyra is probably staring at us, observing every little look and touch.

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