Nolan’s Pov

It’s been a week.

A week of pure fucking bliss.

She’s mine. Finally.

Not Killian’s.

Not some broken-hearted, distant Lilith trapped in her pain.

She’s here, breathing, smiling, watching movies with me, like nothing ever happened. Like the universe finally decided I deserved her.

I sit beside her on the couch, pretending to care about the movie. But really, all I’m doing is staring at her. Watching how her lips purse when the characters get too dramatic, or how her eyes widen during suspenseful moments. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me just by existing.

I fucking won. And I’m going to make sure I keep...