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He chuckles and nudges me with his shoulder. “I’m not sure. But I do know you made her happy. She wants to know I’ll be all right, and I think I will be.”
I smile back at him. “I think I will, too.”
CHAPTER 11
Mia
Killian brings me to his home after the hospital. We did technically get married, even though we’ll still have a larger ceremony and reception later. It’s such a strange thought that I’m married to Killian now. After the past year of feeling incredibly insecure, I’m married to a man who’s kind and handsome.
It does feel like I got my fairytale wish.
So, why do I still feel so nervous, like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop?
“Ready?” Killian asks, pulling into the driveway.
“I can’t believe you live in the suburbs. I pegged you for a city man.”
“I like the quiet.”
When I step out of the car, I see Killian’s house fully. And it’s … beautiful. A two-story home with columns and red brick. Colorful flowers decorate the walkway, which leads up to a robin’s egg blue front door.
It really is something out of a fairytale.
“I never expected for you to have this kind of house,” I say as we walk to the front door.
“I’m a man of many layers.”
“It’s just … you look like a man who loves grunge, but your house is literally the picture-perfect dream you see on TV.”
Killian chuckles as he unlocks the door. “As I said, I have layers.”
Stepping inside, I’m greeted by an interior decor that is utterly … cozy. Just pure coziness. Light tan walls and a couch you could sink into and dark wooden floors and a kitchen straight out of magazine.
“Definitely not what I expected.”
“Come on.” Killian nudges my arm. “Let’s have a drink to celebrate our new marriage status.”
We walk into the kitchen, where he grabs out a bottle of champagne. “I know our wedding today was unconventional, and I really appreciate you doing that for my mom, so I thought we could have at least one traditional thing today.” He pops the cork and pours us each a glass.
I take a sip, which helps to ease the nerves fluttering through my stomach. “This is great.”
We stay quiet for a minute or so while we drink. In that time, my nerves build again. I know what happens on a wedding night.
Killian and I have only shared a couple chaste kisses. Am I even ready to go further?
The more I look at Killian and take in his dark hair and striking eyes and tattoos, I think I could be ready to go further. He’s an exceptionally handsome man.
And I’ve never experienced what it feels like to be completely desired before. It would be nice.
On the other hand, what if Killian sees me naked and hates what he sees?
That would crush me.
Killian sets his glass down and wraps his arms around my waist. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I’m nervous,” I blurt out.
“You don’t have to be nervous. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
