Ariana’s POV
Kian looked at me for one second longer.
Then he turned and walked out without saying anything else.
I stood there for half a heartbeat before following after him.
Close enough to notice the way he loosened his grip on his keys like he was trying to relax himself.
Outside, cool evening air brushed against my skin.
The driveway lights reflected off the sleek black Aston Martin Valour parked near the front steps, the car looking expensive enough to buy a small country.
I stopped beside it.
Kian glanced at me while unlocking it.
Then he walked around and opened the passenger door for me.
That tiny action shouldn’t have affected me as much as it did, especially since this wasn't the first time he was doing it.
But it still did.
Kian shut the door gently before walking
