Caroline’s POV
Stepping into Kane's house, I feel like I'm walking into a fortress—an expensive one. The luxury chandeliers, high-end sofas, and polished fireplace exude wealth. It’s comfortable. Too comfortable. It almost feels like home.
I shake my head at the thought. On the way here, I had battled with myself over how to face him, how to avoid questions he hadn’t even asked yet. I had a whole speech prepared. But now, standing in front of him, staring into those beautiful eyes that could make a girl’s heart melt, I fall completely silent. And then he looks at me in that way—like I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen—and I feel my knees go weak.
Maybe I’m overthinking this. Reading too much into his actions.
Or maybe… I’m not.
Either way, I’m here now, and we need to talk.
