Chapter 15

Killian

I was certain I had officially lost my mind.

That was the only plausible reason for my behavior today.

Fuck. I was such an idiot; a fucked up moron who kissed the woman he swore he hated and what's more fucked up was that I couldn't stop thinking of the other places I wanted to kiss her.

The need to taste her, to smell of her, the feel of her so close against me had gotten so out of control that it was almost unmanageable.

It was sick and so fucked up, and now to fuck it up, even more, she was in the hospital after passing out, leaving me propped against the wall of the private ward while watching her shitface of a brother prance around with both hands pulling his hair in a clear show of frustration.

"Relax will you," I hissed in annoyance. "You're making me fucking dizzy,"

"It's all my fault," he panicked, cursing under his breath like a crazed man.

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself off the wall. While his protectiveness and loyalty toward Hope fascinated me, it didn't