Ariana's Pov
Kian’s forehead rested against mine again, both of us still breathing unevenly.
Still too close.
His hand remained tight at my waist like he didn’t fully trust himself to let go.
And honestly?
Neither did I.
The kitchen still felt painfully quiet except for our breathing.
I could still feel the heat of his mouth on mine.
Still feel the way he’d kissed me like he was trying not to lose control completely.
Kian closed his eyes briefly before letting out a quiet breath against my lips.
“We shouldn’t have done that.”
The words barely sounded steady.
I looked up at him slowly.
But he was still close enough that our noses brushed lightly when I moved.
“I know,” I whispered.
Neither of us moved away.
That was the problem.
Kian’s eyes opened again, dropping immediate
