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Look at me sweetheart

Author: Authoress Kemira
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-22 01:07:07

Rae’s POV

Killian’s arms were still locked around me, tight and unyielding, like he could physically hold the panic inside my chest from spilling out.

My face was buried in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric in dark patches, breaths coming in short, hiccupping gasps.

I felt small—tiny, fragile, like a child who’d broken something irreplaceable and was waiting for the punishment.

He didn’t let go. Instead, one hand slid up to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading gently through my hair, while the other rubbed slow, firm circles between my shoulder blades.

His chin rested on top of my head, lips brushing my hair every few seconds in soft, wordless kisses.

“Shhh,” he whispered again, voice low and steady. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, babygirl. You’re safe. You’re safe with me.”

I whimpered, arms tightening around his waist, fingers clutching the back of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me upright.

My legs felt weak, knees trembling. He must have felt it—he shifte
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