Chapter Fifty-Nine
“I’m working on one I’m calling ‘floating hearts’ I’m using the pieces of windswept for it.” His eyes moved away from the road to look over at me. His gaze made my body tighten up. I sucked in a breath, feeling butterflies flare to life in the pit of my stomach. “Trying to make something beautiful from the chaos.”
“Your fans will get off on that. Seeing as that’s how they got their first glimpses into your private love life.” Ian said. His words were thick as he traced his fingertips over the shell of my ear. “Well, the one that’s not involving Cyrus.”
“That wasn’t the sentiment that I was thinking about when I came up with the idea.” His tongue darted out, moistening his lower lip before he looked back at the road. His grip tightened on the steering wheel and his fin
