KAIA
My eyes widen, almost popping out of their sockets. He’s actually serious. He’s actually about to leave me standing here like some abandoned stray.
“Wait! Stop! Ronan!” I blurt, tripping forward before my brain even catches up. “Don’t you dare drive off!”
He still doesn’t look at me, which makes it worse. My chest feels tight, my palms sweaty, and suddenly I hate him and hate myself for caring. With a frustrated huff, I throw my tote higher on my shoulder and climb onto the bike like I’ve been forced into surrender.
“Bastard,” I mutter, hot under my breath, but loud enough that he hears.
He doesn’t react and just sticks the helmet out like some silent demand as if he knew I’d give in. And maybe that makes me even angrier, but I snatch it from him anyway and jam it on my head, mut
