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Knee-walking closer, I take both of her hands in mine. This time, she doesn’t back away. I’m on my literal knees for the one woman in the world that I’d be vulnerable for.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I whisper in a gruff voice.

“Enough, Kill.”

“No, it’s not. You deserve to be happy. I’m the last person who should be here with you, pouring my heart out, but I’m tired of fighting this. Don’t run, baby. Not from me.”

It feels like an eternity before she surrenders and collapses into my arms. I catch her before she falls, cradling her in my lap and savouring the sound of her shallow breathing.

I’m terrified that if I close my eyes, this will have been one of those lucid dreams that you wish were reality instead. She will be gone again, back out of reach.

“Come to bed, Willow. You need to sleep.”

“Bed?” she squeaks.

I force her to look at me.

“Not like that. Let me hold you. When you wake up screaming, I’ll be there. I’ll always fight your demons, for as long as you need me to do so.”

“Do you promise?” Willow whimpers.

“I swear on my fucking life. No one will ever hurt you again.”

CHAPTER 18

WILLOW

CRAZY IN LOVE - EDEN PROJECT

The sound of chirping birds rouses me from a deep, dreamless sleep. I’m surrounded by stifling heat, and the press of muscles has me panicking before I remember where I am.

Killian’s bedroom.

In his freaking bed.

Crap!

His breathing changes as his arms tighten around me, trapping me in place. I can’t move an inch. Peeking out through my lowered lids, I take a moment to study his bedroom. It’s purely masculine and entirely Killian.

The walls are made of raw, un-varnished wood, and each piece of furniture has been carved from honey-coloured oak. There’s an entire wall made of built-in shelves, packed with books on construction and gardening.

His king-sized bed is big enough to fit his giant frame, covered in red plaid sheets made from brushed cotton. While it’s tidy and comfortable, everything is practical rather than luxurious.

I’m wearing nothing but panties, and I have a naked leg slung across Killian’s huge waist. We fell asleep snuggled closely together after retreating into bed. When I shift, my thigh brushes against something hard and pleased to see me.

Double crap!

“You should go back to sleep,” he grumbles in a low voice. “It’s still early.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Rolling over with a half-awake groan, he repositions me so we’re laying nose-to-nose. Sleepy eyes scrape over me, framed by wild hair that’s splayed across his pillow in a white-blonde bush.

He looks like a grizzly bear that’s been woken from hibernation. Even his chest is vibrating with a purr, causing delicious heat to pool between my thighs. I never imagined I’d wake up to this sight.

“No nightmares,” he observes.

“I can’t remember the last time that happened.”

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