Rae’s POV“Awww, baby…”The words slipped out of me like a sigh, soft and full of everything I couldn’t quite name yet. I was still straddling Killian’s lap in the driver’s seat, legs draped over his thighs, arms looped loosely around his neck, forehead resting against his. The café parking lot felt miles away from the rest of the world—quiet, shaded, ours. His hands were steady on my hips, thumbs stroking slow arcs through the thin fabric of my dress, and his eyes… God, those eyes were locked on mine like I was the only thing that existed.He’d just told me he got food. Not just any food—my food. The latte I liked, the sandwich that always made me hum happily, the croissant I pretended not to want but devoured anyway. He’d remembered. He always remembered.My heart felt too big for my chest.“You’re too good to me,” I whispered, voice catching a little.Killian’s mouth curved—slow, tender, the kind of smile he only gave when we were alone like this. “Nah, kitten. You’re the one who
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