Aryanna’s POV:
Ian glanced at my necklace. It was the tenth time in a single minute since we entered the car, but he hadn't said anything about it.
"You can ask."
He stiffened, but he rolled his eyes and looked at the road. "I wasn't sure if you would be comfortable asking, or if I would be comfortable with the answer."
I laughed and pulled the seatbelt against my skin. "It was a gift from my dad."
His eyes softened and he ran his hand down to meet my thighs. "I’m sorry, love."
"It's okay. I am sad, but wearing it makes me feel close to him, and I finally felt safe enough to wear it."
He squeezed my thigh, shooting me a smile so soft and full of understanding that I felt my insides melt.
I recognized where we were going when he took the next turn.
The mall.
Last time I came here,
