Kiara’s eyes fluttered open, greeting the ceiling of the living room. For some reason, her body felt warm, wholly encased by Zique’s scent and there was something heavy pressing against her arm and waist.

She twisted to take a look, finding Zique in a sitting position on the floor by the sofa she laid on, a blanket stretched from her to him. His arm was around her waist and his head was pressed up against her as he slept.

Kiara wasn’t sure what he expected to gain by clinging to her so dearly, but it wouldn’t do him any good. These tingles she felt and that innocent look on his face, it wouldn’t make her change her mind.

She hated him, loathed him for so many reasons and the fact that he was so desperate for forgiveness didn’t mean she had to give it to him.

Turning away from him, she grabbed his hand, trying to unwrap it from around her, but her movements froze when his hand locked around hers. “Kiara....” The whispered words had Kiara’s body stiffening. They sounded so vulnerable