MARIANA'S P.O.V
I moved slowly, my eyes fluttering slowly against the strand like disturbance resting right above my eyes. I gave a small sigh, then moved my hand to swat it away.
"Ouch," I heard a voice say, and my eyes opened wide.
Cian was sitting on his side of the bed, his left hand cupping his right, his brows furrowed in pain, his eyes wide.
"What are you doing here?"
He raised a brow. "You are in my house. But I know exactly what you are doing here so I won't ask."
I gave a small sigh and sat back. "What were you doing on my face?"
"Helping you get rid of your hair. Olivia always had it all over and..."
He trailed off, then met my eyes. For a second, he said nothing but cleared his throat and turned away.
My eyes watched him as I folded my arms in front of me. "You know,
