Tender Aftermath

"You're awake," Killian said, lifting his gaze, those phoenix eyes softer than she had ever seen them. "Are you hungry?"

"A little," she admitted.

Truthfully, she was starving; the night's exertion had burned through every reserve she possessed.

"I asked them to prepare breakfast. Take a look and choose what you like," he said, closing the book. He crossed the room, laced his fingers through hers,