Chapter 65

Liana’s POV

I woke up thirsty. The clock on the nightstand said it was just a little past nine, and Killian still wasn’t back. He had told me he would be home tonight, had promised me he would come back to me, and yet the bed was still cold beside me. I’d already bathed, eaten, and even slept a bit, but now I was awake again, and he still hadn’t returned. I tried not to overthink it, but I couldn’t help it. I missed him. I needed him.

I needed him to wrap me in his arms and hold me while I slept. I needed him to whisper things to me in the dark and remind me how much he loved me. I needed him to remind me that I was safe. That I was wanted. And maybe I wanted him to fill me up with his cock in the middle of the night too. After everything I’d been through lately, after everything that had almost broken me, I knew better now than to take the people I loved for granted. I wasn’t going to waste time playing games or pretending to be fine when I wasn’t. I was going to