Nara
After dinner, we sit in the salon. Before Amelia can take a seat next to me, Kian pushes her aside and wedges himself between me and a throw pillow. Amelia and I gasp at the intensity of the moment. Kian looks smug. He removes the pillow and moves closer to me. I try to stand, but he pulls me back, wrapping an arm around me and guiding my head to rest on his arm. I sigh, feeling hopeless and amused, because this situation is quite funny. Sometimes he can be so juvenile.
"Sit there, Amelia," he says with a polite smile. Amelia nods slowly and takes a seat on the other sofa.
"So, what are you going to do in California?" Kian asks. I see a blush cross her face before she exhales and answers.
"Work as I said,"
"Hmm,"
"Are you still seeing Reid? I saw him at the Alpha conference," he
