Blowing out a heavy breath, I look around my bland apartment as I prepare for another night at work. I used to be so proud of my home, so pleased with everything l'd managed to accomplish on my own, but having Killian standing in my apartment, even for just a moment, made everything seem so small and insignificant.
He's larger than life, and seeing him in my home made me feel like everything I've accomplished in this life means absolutely nothing compared to his empire. I no longer feel excited by my life. It all feels so dull compared to the life I could have had with Killian, and I don't mean materialistic things.
God, I miss him.
Being by his side was thrilling. Getting to be in his arms was a rush. Being the woman who occupied his bed was explosive, but digging my nails into his heart and claiming him as my own was the whole fucking world.
