Ariana’s POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Which was annoying.
Very annoying.
Because after everything that had happened last night, Kian had still walked away like he always did.
Like whatever was happening between us only existed for a few seconds before he decided to bury it again.
And somehow that irritated me more than it should have.
I walked into the kitchen early the next morning, still wearing one of my oversized sleep shirts, my hair messy from sleep.
The mansion was quiet, as always.
Soft morning light spilled through the tall windows while the coffee machine hummed quietly near the counter.
For once, nobody else was around.
Good.
Maybe coffee would fix whatever was wrong with my head.
I moved toward the cabinet above the counter and reached for one of the mug
