Folding For You

Chapter 12: Sabrina

The sunlight was the first thing I felt. It crept through the blinds, warm against my skin, nudging me awake. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, savouring the sensation—until I heard the faint rustling from across the room. I blinked them open slowly, still half-lost in sleep but immediately drawn to the sight before me.

Killian stood by the window; his shirt halfway buttoned, the white fabric stretching across his shoulders. He looked fresh and sharp—like a man who owned the morning and the world. I swallowed, feeling the familiar pull in my chest. How was it possible that he looked this good so early?

"Killian," I called out, my voice a sleepy whisper.

He turned, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face as his gaze locked onto mine. He leaned down in three strides beside me, radiating that commanding energy. "Good morning, Dimples. Did I wake you?" His voice was deep and smooth—the kind that made you want to stay in bed forever.

I brushed his shirt's fabric, feeling it slightly warm from the morning sun. "You look... ridiculously handsome," I murmured, eyes roaming over him. "Where are you off to?"

He let out a quiet, almost regretful laugh under his breath. "Back-to-back meetings," he said, his tone sharp with authority. "Not exactly where I'd rather be right now. But someone's got to hunt the money."

I smirked, trying to ignore the pang of disappointment. "You? Hunting money? You're making the rest of us look bad."

That earned a low laugh from him. He leaned in closer, his thumb grazing my cheek, his touch sending a slight shiver through me. "Valeria's making breakfast for you," he said, his voice softening just slightly as he added, "I'd stay if I could. But business calls."

Before he got up, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips, lingering for just a moment, then another on my forehead, warm and tender. His low and intimate voice broke the quiet as he gently reminded me of my meeting with Kaleb at 11.

I sighed, rolling my eyes so hard I was surprised they didn't get stuck. "Oh yes, meeting Kaleb. It's been the highlight of my life since yesterday," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Killian's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing just slightly. "Are you trying to make me jealous?" His voice dipped lower, a teasing edge, but I could feel the tension beneath it.

I beckoned Killian to come closer, my arms open for a hug, a soft smile playing on my lips. "Come here," I whispered, "unless you're too worried about wrinkling that perfect shirt of yours." The teasing glint in my eyes couldn't hide how much I wanted to feel him close.

Without missing a beat, he leaned in, pressing his body against mine as he wrapped me in a tight, warm embrace. His scent—clean, powerful, distinctly Killian—filled my senses. His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, "I'd ruin every shirt I own for you." He paused, pulling back with a cocky smirk. "Good thing I only buy wrinkle-free."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Of course, Mr. CEO, who doesn't even iron his shirts."

His grin was confident as he stood back up, running a hand through his hair. "You've always got something to say, don't you?"

Before he left, he turned at the door, his gaze hardening into that familiar boss-like intensity. "Hanson will take you to RMG's office. Be ready by 10:30."

I sat up, a frown already tugging at my lips. "I can go there myself, Killian."

His expression didn't change. It was that look—the one that left no room for negotiation. I sighed in defeat, falling back into the pillows. "Fine."

He smirked again, kissing me just his lips before slipping out of the room. The door clicked shut, and I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to process this new reality. This was my life now.