Elena.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a sliver of light escaped through the grey curtains covering Killian's bedroom windows.

The night had been rough, my dreams constantly muddled by the looming threat of my parents' rage. I wasn't entirely sure how angry they would be, but honestly, I didn't really want to know.

Killian had let me sleep in his bed, and at my request, he slept beside me. Surprisingly, it was a very innocent, PG-13 rate experience.

Feeling a shift in the mattress, I peeked through one eye to look at Killian. He was shirtless— a highly refreshing sight— with sweatpants hanging low on his hips. In an...