Marsai’s POV
Navian gave me a soft smile and then spoke with his low and reassuring voice. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. He’s just—”
Before he could even finish, the man—Mr. Miller, came to an abrupt stop right in front of me, his hand extended. “Hi, Marsai. I’m Mr. Miller. I’ll be handling your guitar lessons.”
I felt his gaze on me. It was sharp, intense, and it made my breath hitch for reasons I couldn’t quite pin down. There was something about him I didn’t like. At all. But I wasn’t about to let that show.
So, without a second thought, I turned to Navian, cupped his face, and kissed him.
“Wait, you literally just got the guitar yesterday, and now you’ve already got a tutor for me? Goddess, I love you so much!!” I practically squealed as my excitement bubbled over. Out of the cor
