Liana's POV
I knew I was in trouble. From the moment Kieran's hold on me tightened, I just knew I had gotten myself into more than I'd bargained for, and you know the worst part of it all?
I wasnt scared. Not at all. In fact, I was intrigued.
I was excited.
A shudder raced down my spine. I was still very aware of the way Kieran's fingers pressed into my side. His scent wafted through my nostrils, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't intoxicating. He smelled like clean soap, with a mix of dirt and sweat, and while that was an oddly specific and weird combo, I found myself wanting more. A tiny part of me wanted to gobble him all up. Right now.
It wasn't even going to be a bad idea. We were out in the open where no one could walk in or even…..
"Stop it, Liana." I scolded myself mentally.
