Amelia’s POV
I was quiet for most of the night, including the drive home. Ian tried to make conversation for a while, asking me about the play and if I enjoyed it. Truly, I made an effort to reply, but my thoughts were so muddled with thoughts of Damien and what he had told me, that I found my attention diverting away from conversation with Ian more than once.
At my house, the car pulled around the winding driveway, leading us right up to the front door.
As I exited the car, I should have expected that Ian would exit with me. He followed me up to the front door, where he held out his hands for mine. Thinking he might want a simple handshake as a goodbye, I started to hold my own out too. Instead, he clasped both of my hands in his and then tugged me closer.
His face was coming closer
