Marsai:
Miles wouldn’t stop pressing kisses all over my cheeks as we left the bathroom, his lips trailing after me like he couldn’t help himself. I laughed, half-heartedly swatting at him, but he just grinned and kept going.
I still hadn’t told him I was visiting Hana.
Yet.
And judging by the way his arm was locked around my waist as we made our way toward the entrance, I had a feeling he wouldn’t take it well. Miles could be so dramatic when he wanted to be.
“There! There they are!” he suddenly beamed, spotting Ethan and Navian up ahead.
As soon as my eyes landed on them, I couldn’t help but giggle. I’d missed them.
But there was something off about Ethan. He was leaning against the car, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a clear sign he wasn’t too thrilled.
I couldn’t blame
