: : : Sophie : : :
“Kieran?” I say, shock and confusion flooding my voice. “What are you doing here?”
Kieran is standing right in front of me, wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt, and black pants. His jet black hair is slicked to the side and his deep green eyes pierce right through me. It’s the kind of gaze that cuts straight through the chaos around us.
“Sophie, we need to talk,” He states like it’s an order.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I snap, trying to pull away, but his grip tightens just enough to keep me in place without hurting me.
“There is,” he insists, his voice steady despite the noise. “Something happened between us, and I’m not leaving until I get an answer,”
“I-I was drunk and nothing happened,” I stammer a response.
I’m trying my best to act confident,
