Ayla POV
I can’t help but watch Callan as he drives us to a mysterious destination. The way the sun catches in his hair makes him look heavenly. Excitement bubbles in my stomach at the idea of spending another day with this extraordinary man. He undid the top button of his shirt, rolling his head, and stretching his neck before pulling his tie loose. Did I make him just as nervous as he made me?
“So I know this might sound childish, but there’s a kite festival I thought we could go to.”
He turned to look at me, making my cheeks blush at being caught watching him, his lips curled up into a seductive smile that, if I were standing, would have made my knees weak.
“That sounds fun.”
We drove along the prom toward the town next to ours, turning toward the Victorian promenade there and par
