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I gasped. “You didn’t!”
He shook his head as he went to the stove, stirring the pots quickly before he came back to me. “Woman. Told you. That shit you heard about me was right at one time. It isn’t anymore. You don’t know that, but I’ll fuckin’ show you.”
His hand came to the back of my neck. He pulled me close and kissed me hard, wet, and deep. When he pulled away, I was dazed and had a difficult time focusing.
“That right there. Follow it,” he said, turning away and going to the cabinets. I didn’t watch. I was too busy trying to breathe.
Something just happened here. Something big. Something that scared the ever-loving shit out of me. Something there was no coming back from.
Yeah, I was fucked.
* * *
The food was fantastic.Rather than play everything over and over in my head, I decided to focus on the moments. Each one as they came. Killian really could cook, and while I was here, I was going to ask him to cook everything for me. I swore I’d never had better spaghetti in my life. Not even the hobnob place a couple towns over that had Italian food could compare to the sauce Killian made.
Since it was late, we went to bed. Yes, we went to bed.
I knew I was sinking deeper into something I more than likely couldn’t get out of. But it was hard to say no. One, because I really didn’t want to. Two, he was so warm, hard, and strong. He was the comfort in the storm that had brewed in my life.
Yes. This needed to get over so I could go back to my normal life and forget all of this even happened. He said he wanted to be with me, but I just … didn’t know if I could allow myself to truly fall. The risk to my heart was too great. While I’d love for it to be true, I still had my doubts.
Giving up his lady-chasing ways would be a huge step in making Killian an honest man. But I wasn’t going to kid myself and think I could change him. I knew better than to ever think that.
