Chapter Nine: Don't Turn From Me

Zira’s POV

I had never been one to like

being touchy or anything of that sort. Despite how much Killian had wanted us

to go all the way in our relationship, I had constantly refused. But somehow,

around Ronan, I always seemed to lose any bit of restraint.

“You should change,” I told him as I tried to step back. He

nods and then starts to loosen all his buttons carefully.

A part of me still felt guilty

that I had allowed his coronation to end with him having to jump in a pool to

save me, but I was grateful that he had

done that.

I watch, entranced, as he pulls off the regalia, leaving a black shirt that was

glued to his body from all the dampness and heat.

Earlier, when we met, he had been a lot more casual,

but seeing him now with all his body outlines, it was easy to see that he was

one of those men that would look a lot slimmer when dressed.

It was hard to look away from

it. Like every part of me seemed to want to reach out to him, I eventually pulled my gaze away.

There was a