Mo Grá| Derek Morgan

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New York City
january 10, 2001

I blinked awake slowly, my senses sharpening as I became aware of the weight resting on my chest. I turned my head slightly and caught a glimpse of Killian, his hair falling across his forehead, a peaceful expression gracing his face. A smile crept onto my lips. For a moment, I simply watched him, savoring the quietness of the morning and the sight of him so relaxed.

It had been nearly a month since Killian first arrived here, and tonight he would be leaving to head back to London. The thought of him going sent a wave of bittersweet emotion through me. As he stirred slightly, his brows furrowing in the early morning light, I held my breath, wishing to steal just a few more moments of this perfect scene. But then, as if sensing my gaze, he opened his eyes and looked back at me, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Were you watching me, darling?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Maybe," I replied, a teasing lilt in my tone. "You looked so cute, I couldn't help myself."

He chuckled, his voice warm. "Cute? I think you mean breathtakingly handsome."

"Sure, let's go with that," I laughed, my heart fluttering at his unwavering confidence. Killian pushed himself up onto his elbows, casting a shadow over me. His eyes roamed over my face, as if he were memorizing every detail. Heat rose to my cheeks under his scrutiny, but I held his gaze, finding comfort in the way he looked at me as if I were the most important person in the world.

"How did I get so lucky?" he asked, genuinely curious.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, even though my heart raced. "Maybe you just have great taste?"

"Definitely," he said with a smirk, leaning down to press a soft kiss on my lips. It was brief but electrifying, sending a thrill through me that lingered long after our lips parted. As the kiss faded, the reality of the day settled in. "So, today's the day," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "You're heading back home tonight."

"Yeah," he replied, the smile faltering slightly. "I don't want to go."

"Time flies when you're having fun, right?" I forced a smile, though underneath it, I felt a pang of apprehension. I had grown so used to his presence, the laughter and companionship. The thought of him leaving felt like a void opening up in my life.

"Mhm, I wish I could stay longer," he said, his expression mirroring my own sadness. "But I have commitments back home. You know how it is, love."

"Yeah, I get it," I said, though part of me wished he didn't have to go at all. I wanted to wrap him in a bubble and keep him here forever, where we could continue to share lazy mornings.

"But hey, let's not dwell on that," he continued, shifting the mood back to lighter territory. "We still have today, right? What do you want to do?"

I pondered for a moment, wanting to make the most of our last day together. "How about we grab coffee first and then figure out what to do?"

"Coffee sounds perfect," he said, looking genuinely excited. "But first—" He pushed himself out of bed, stretching his arms above his head, the muscles in his back tightening in a way that made my breath hitch.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice a little more pleading than I intended. He turned, a playful grin on his face. "I'm going to grab some water," he said, "Want some?" I shook my head no, watching as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants, his bare feet hitting softly against the hardwood floor as he walked towards the door. "Just don't fall back asleep while I'm gone, okay?"