Cillian (The Kelly Brothers #2) - Megan Wade Page 0,21
walls are decorated with posters of cars and fighters, as well as a pin board with random photos and awards pinned to it. I catch Cillian’s name on an award for a geographical cake competition. Next to it is a photo of him, smiling with this thumbs up as he poses next to a cake decorated to look like a map of Ireland. He was serious when he said he’s been working toward his dream for as long as I’ve been alive.
I run my finger around the edge of the picture, my lungs filling with affection for this man who already feels like such an intrinsic part of me. I don’t know how something like that happens so quickly, but there’s a little voice inside me that whispers of destiny and hints at soulmates. Does that just make me sound silly?
Needing the bathroom, I make my way out of the bedroom, hoping I don’t run into anyone other than Cillian on my way out of here. As much as I like the rest of his family, I kind of made a bit of a fool out of myself last night, and if Mr. or Mrs. Kelly realize I was in their bar drunk, they may decide to banish me from ever coming here again. And I wouldn’t blame them. What I did last night was reckless. And I guess it just highlighted my immaturity, when at the time, I was trying my best to look more grown up. Why can’t this love stuff be easier?
After relieving myself and splashing some fresh water on my face, I take a moment to study my reflection in the mirror, my fingers gently brushing over my lips as I note how swollen they are. When I press them together, they’re a little tender too. The sensation makes me smile. My first kiss was rough and hungry, and I loved every moment of it. I’m in love with him.
Smiling to myself, I place my hands against my cheeks, feeling a little giddy over the things that transpired in this room last night. If Cillian hadn’t stopped things when he did, I’m pretty sure I would have gone all the way with him. And I wouldn’t have regretted it for a second.
Being with Cillian in a biblical way is something I’ve thought about non-stop since I met him. It seems odd to me because I’ve never been the kind of girl to go all ga-ga over a guy. But I’d give it up to him in a heartbeat. I feel like I won’t be complete until we do. Isn’t that strange?
“Morning, lass,” Moira Kelly says, surprising the crap out of me as soon as I step out of the bathroom. “Cillian said you’d be waking soon. Can I get you some breakfast? Or perhaps a spot of tea?”
“Um, I should probably get home. I fell asleep without texting my dad, and he’s probably apoplectic by now.”
“I doubt it. Cillian sent him a text from your cell so he knew you were safe and sound. Come. The boys are all downstairs, so it’s just we girls.” She takes a mug out of the cupboard and pours black tea inside it. “Milk and sugar?”
“Yes, please,” I say, moving to sit across from her. The apartment is small and cozy, and it’s hard to imagine a family of six living up here on top of each other. No wonder they’re all so close.
“Drink up. It’ll help you feel better. I hear you had a bit of a tipple before coming here last night.”
I wince as I take a sip of the milky tea. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“I’d guess you were trying to show Cillian how much fun you’d be having without him. We’ve seen many a girl do the same thing over the years. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t. Men are strange creatures. Most don’t do well with change.”
“I don’t think Cillian liked the dress I was wearing,” I say, pulling at the gray sleeve of the oversized sweatshirt. “He made me put this on.”
She releases a soft chuckle. “Maybe he liked what you were wearing too much.”
“So, you’re not angry with me?” I ask, finding it so odd that she’s laughing about my antics with me. “I thought you’d be upset.”
“If you’d been caught, this would be a different conversation. But the boys handled it well, and the bar is safe. Although I will ask you to refrain on doing