{CHIARA}
I'm a fucking mess.
It's been two days since I saw what Killian kept in his little room of horrors, and since then, I've done everything within my power to avoid him like the plague, but when you live within the same home and your bedroom doors are only feet apart, avoiding someone is a lot harder than it sounds.
I miss him. That's insane, right?
I miss his touch. His warmth. His stupid delicious rich accent.
God, I hate this.
I want his arms around me, his lips on my body, and those deadly eyes locked on mine. But most of all, I just want him.
I want things to be the way they were before I discovered his little room of horrors.
Don't get me wrong, I see him more than I care for at the moment. His presence within this home is impossible to ignore. He's everywhere. Every room I walk into, he's right there taking care of business. I feel his deadly gaze on me like lasers in the night, and while I hear his voice, it's never directed at me.
