~ TESS ~

Killan doesn’t speak right away. He just stays close to me, his forehead resting lightly against mine, both of us breathing hard.

The air is thick with the scent of us, our sweat and sex, but I don’t really care. I just allow myself to cry.

Killan eases out of me, careful and slow, then helps me sit up and gently adjusts my clothes, his touch reverent. There’s no judgment in his eyes, only worry.

“I’m not upset,” he ...