JUNE;
Ronan’s shoulders slumped slightly as he read the hesitation in my eyes and heard the sharpness in my tone, but that stubborn smile still played on his lips.
He wasn’t backing down, and I wasn’t going to let those sinful blue eyes drown me again, not today. I crossed my arms tight over my chest, trying to create some kind of barrier between us.
“Where did you even get this bike from?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “And why on earth would you think it’s the safest thing to bring to pick me up with a sprained ankle?”
He looked away for a second, then back at me. Without answering my questions, he took one slow step closer. My eyes darted around the street, checking if anyone was watching us. My jaw clenched.
“Take a step back, Ronan… People are starting to watch.” I
