When I opened my eyes the next day, I heard utensils clicking. I threw off the covers and pulled on Killian’s shirt that had been left on the floor. I followed the sounds to the kitchen and found Killian in simple grey sweatpants and a T-shirt, cooking.
It was charming how he moved around the kitchen, as if he'd been doing it for years.
There are many things in this world that are still a mystery to me. I have been writing since I was 15, on and off. I try to sustain myself financially while doing what I love, but to strive financially, I often lose the drive to write the stories I enjoy and love. It would be my great honor to share my world of fiction, fantasy, and romance with you all. So if you love the stories I write, any support will be appreciated. With All the love ~Violet
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