Natalie's POV
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
The words escaped before I could stop them.
Kian's hand, which had been resting against my bedroom doorframe, stilled.
“Well, what are you talking about?” He asked.
There wasn't anger in his voice, only mild confusion. I searched his face for the slightest c***k. Some hint of guilt.
There was nothing.
“My room,” I said evenly, “someone searched it.”
His eyes shifted past me, into my room, methodically, then back to my face.
“Well can I come in?” he requested, giving me a lopsided smile.
I simply stepped aside, allowing him to enter the room.
Immediately he did, he walked over to my desk, his gaze sweeping over it.
Then he looked at the bookshelf, the wardrobe and then the open drawers I'd forgotten to close.
His expre
