Chapter 172 I Woke The Next Morning 3
- For the first time in weeks, Killian took both of his hands off his guitar and embraced me. I hugged him back, though it was a little awkward with a Fender Stratocaster in the way.
- “You’re a lovely bird, Kaitlyn. I hope I get to see you when I get back.”
- Despite the slightly ominous meaning behind his words, I teared up. “Thanks, Killian… me, too.”