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I smile. “Have a good shower. That’s what I was planning to do.”
“Yes, little witch, I know because I’ve been taking cold showers for over a month becausesomeonehas been stealing all the hot water.”
My eyes find somewhere else to look. But his hand clasps my chin, tilting my head to his. “So, I thought we couldbothhave a nice,hotshower.”
I purse my lips, and Killian’s gaze falters. “If you want to, of course, I realize we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and you might want your space.”
I huff. “I’m pretty sure you’ve licked or nibbled every inch of my body. I’m not worried about space.”
His eyes flare with excitement.
“I’m more worried about who’s going to get themosthot water.” I grin and pull my tank top over my head and unbuckle my belt.
Killian watches me with rapt interest until he realizes I’m literally racing him to the bathroom. I will be victorious.
After our shower and shoving leftover casserole in our mouths for dinner, we’re sitting on the couch while Killian does a crossword puzzle with my feet in his lap. I stare at his profile, attempting to get the curve of his lips the exact way I see them, and ignore the Spirits whispering. Their tone has changed recently, and I’ve tried not to question it for the most part. But I know in my gut more is coming.
Change is on the horizon, and it’s coming for both of us. The only way out is through. But for this moment, being with him, is all I want to focus on.Needto focus on.
Our days are numbered.
Chapter fifty-four
Killian
Afewdaysaftertrying to revive Eliana’s garden, we’re relaxing after a long day of checking on cattle and everyday chores. The monotony doesn’t seem so monotonous with her. Iwantto do this with her. I want to spend the rest of my little life with her.
Closing my crossword book, I toss it on the table and grab Eliana’s feet, digging my thumbs into the arches. She squirms and sighs at the same time.
“Ticklish?” I ask her.
She glares at me, and I lightly brush a finger over the ball of her foot.
“Hey!” she yells, yanking her foot away.
Laughing, I reach for her feet again and massage them this time.
“How is that, ma’am?” I ask her.
She purses her lips, trying to hide her smile, but she ends up making a funny face.
Moving from her arch to her ankle, I circle my thumbs. Her head tilts back on a sigh.
“That feels good,” she says.
Further up her calf, I really dig my thumbs in. Eliana hisses, but keeps her leg in my hands.
“Those hands,” she mutters.
“You like my hands, little witch?” I ask her.
She smiles, still leaned back, eyes closed. “You’re working some kind of magic with them,” she says.
I switch to her other leg, doing the same thing. “It’s only fair,” I mutter and move my hands further up on her thighs.
The angle is wrong. I grab the back of her knee, pulling her closer so she’s half in my lap. I reach for her hips, digging my thumbs in over her soft pants.
“Ohhh,” she groans. “I didn’t realize my hips were so tight.”
