KAIA
For a second, all I can do is stare.
The air is too cold for my skin, yet heat slides under it, coiling in places it shouldn’t. My tote feels like dead weight in my arms.
Ronan.
He kissed me weeks ago, the day we moved in. And since then? Nothing. Almost like it never even happened.
He doesn’t look at me anymore, doesn’t talk to me unless he has to. He’s barely even home these days. Always gone before I’m up, back when I’m already asleep.
And now here he is, standing in front of me with his helmet in his hand like he’s got every right to.
Why has he been distant lately?
Was it… because I drew Maddox closer while kissing him?
Or… haaa, I don't even know!
Why am I even worried about that? Rubbish.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, eyeing him. Most of his dark brown curls stay
