CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: CAUGHT RED-HANDED

EMELIA'S POV

"Good morning!" I greet as I gently sit beside the bedside and place a kiss on his forehead.

Killian moves to raise up his head and draw me nearer, slamming his lips on mine, and we exchange a passionate kiss.

"Breakfast is ready," I inform him as I break away from the kiss and then stand up from the bed, holding his hand and dragging him up.

"I think I still need a lot of sleep right now," he says as he uses his hand to rub his eyes like a kid, but I drag him into the bathroom.

"You better be fast before the food turns cold. My microwave is no longer working," I lie because I know that is the only way to make him come out of the bathroom very quickly.

I head outside the room to the kitchen and then dish out the food and then serve it at the dining table. As I serve the food, Killian comes out of the room with his hair dripping and his shirt unbuttoned, showing his perfect six-pack, and I can't help but admire him and keep on staring at him.

"That’s already full," his voi