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“You’re so beautiful when you come,” his voice husked in my ear.

I lay on him in a heap, unable to move. Good thing I didn’t have to. “That was … wow. Just wow.” Any other words beyond that escaped me.

He kissed the top of my head. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing.” I sighed. The world had taken on that fuzzy, happy glow.

He plucked the bar of soap hanging off the side of the tub and languidly slid it over my weakened limbs. Tears burned at the back of my eyes.

Killian was washing me. It hit me that I’d never had this with anyone before. I’d never had someone take care of me.

Not like this.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, never once stopping, even though I noticed he moved the soap a little faster across my breasts. Almost like he was afraid he couldn’t stop himself if he lingered.

“Yeah. It’s just that you’re like the most perfect book boyfriend.”

“You’ve said that before.” His chuckle had me protesting.

“It’s true. Seriously, who does stuff like this in real life?”

“I told you once that you needed to learn to expect this treatment. And I’ll continue to remind you of that every day if I have to.”

“Only if I can pamper you, too.”

“This is not me expecting something from you.” He reached for the bottle of shampoo, poured some in his hand, and gently worked it into my hair. He made me feel warm, cozy, and cherished.

“Andthisis why you deserve someone to treat you like you’re the sun, the moon, and the stars. The entire galaxy.” Killian deserved the world and I wanted to be the one to give it to him.

He remained silent. I had a feeling he didn’t know what to say to that. After he rinsed, conditioned and rinsed my hair for a second time, we sat together in comforting silence.

This was for sure the second-best way to spend our time together.

When the water cooled, he helped me out of the tub and draped a towel over me, then proceeded to dry me, briskly and efficiently. It didn’t matter how much I protested that I could do it myself.

When he was satisfied I was dry enough, he toweled himself off and opened the cabinet under the sink. He produced a hair dryer and held it out to me. “I’ll go change and get some of the clothes you left here from Lexi.”

He returned with a stack of clothes and placed them on the counter. My purse dangled from his elbow, and he added that to the pile.“Your phone keeps buzzing.”

Shit.

I had a good idea of who had been trying to reach me.

So did Killian, if his narrowed gaze and crossed arms were any indication.

I pulled out my phone to find at least one hundred messages.

All from Peter.

Chapter Thirty-One

KILLIAN

Two days later, I strode briskly through the halls of VS Music Production on my way to the recording studio, pissed as hell at the way that fucker Peter thought he owned my girl. The pressure of needing to produce an entire album weighing on me was enough stress on my plate without having to deal with his bullshit.

A flash of blonde hair caught my eye at the junction of the next hallway as I stepped around the corner. It looked a lot like Tris, but what was she doing?

I stopped and waited.

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