Chapter 42

Daria

I pinch my cheek by the door, reality checking when I see a black car park right outside the apartment. The glass on the door is painted and not see-through, yet I spot the gigantic shadow coming for the door.

Killian is outside.

Big, menacing Killian with his charming smile, broad shoulders, and dreamy blue eyes—I'm already swooning.

I slap myself inwardly, reminding myself to keep my brain functioning, even though the memory of Killian naked probably could send any woman to the ER.

For a moment, I question if this night is a hallucination or sweet, realistic reverie, but then there is a knock on the door, and I have to pick up my jaw from the floor.

Shit, this is happening!

Brooklyn is fully awake and clapping her hands in excitement, thrilled about my late-night date.

"Oh, Daria! He is here! Killian is finally here! I packed a bag with some stuff for your special night!" With teary, motherly eyes, Brooklyn hands