BØRNS god i love this song and whoops more bedsharing
“No.”
“Swan, I saw it first.”
“You keep telling me you’re a gentleman, Killian, so. Be one now. And give it up.”
Killian stifled his laughter at the determined grin of Emma Swan. She tugged on the bundle between them one more time before he let go, enjoying when she stumbled a few steps behind her.
“Ha! I win.”
“I let you win, love.”
“Don’t be a sore loser.”
“Don’t allow hubris to be your downfall, Sheriff Swan.”
“What does that even mean?”
“You’ll see,” he said knowingly, though inside his gut was roiling. What was happening? How did he find himself stuck inside a cabin with the town sheriff–he, the sometimes-smuggler in their small town with a population of a few thousand?
songbird + CS stuck together in cabin whilst blizzard rages outside
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