KIAN’S POVImmense relief floods me when I am told that I can finally get on the plane back home after spending not just any night at the airport but a really cold one. All because my flight got delayed for over fifteen hours.There was no exact reason or explanation given when I came in here last n
LESLIE’S POV Kian's business might have gone down the drain, but he is clearly still his stubborn and pigheaded self. Sure, when I came running down here—breaking almost every traffic rule—I didn’t expect him to just run into my arms. I knew before I even came here that it would be hard to convin
LESLIE’S POVSomething as simple as kissing Kian sets me on fire all the time. I know it’s the same for him too since his warm hand grips my exposed thighs and draws circles continuously over my flesh as I drive us home. I struggle to concentrate on driving with his hand teasing me. The sly smile on
LESLIE’S POVIt’s official, wild and dirty Kian is my new favourite. My toes curl when he leans in and licks the seam of my lips, wordlessly asking me to open up even before he can properly kiss me. I open without hesitation and he plunges in—tongue first—into my mouth. His tongue ravenously explor
He says, hot breath fanning my face. He kisses me gently—my eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth. “Oh god.” I exclaim and he chuckles.Then he pulls back and looks me deep in the eyes as he says “I love you so much, Leslie. But it’s gonna seem like I don’t in the next few minutes.” Whatever response I had t
LESLIE’S POV The fact that I spent all night being spooned by Kian makes me jerk up the moment I wake up the next morning and I don’t feel his warm body against mine. To top it all, the side of the bed in which he slept is already cool, which means he’s been out of the bed for a while. I am still
KIAN’S POVThe idea of going on a date with Leslie might seem sudden and unexpected to her. She may even think I have nothing properly planned out but that’s not true. I’ve played with the idea in my head long before we met again. I’d imagined taking her out to show her how much I cared about her.
“Okay, this might be a little out there, but I thought it’d be fun to do something that doesn’t cost a thing. Something that actually lets us learn a bit more about each other,” I say, reaching into my pocket.She raises an eyebrow. “I’m intrigued.”I pull out a folded piece of paper with a list I m
LESLIE’S POV I join Kian’s mother outside the room, closing the door behind me. She is still stewing in anger, face red with rage that’s waiting to be unleashed. Usually, I would do anything to pacify her so I wouldn't be at the receiving end of that unbridled rage. Now? Irritation is all I feel at
LESLIE’S POV (One Week Later) “If the police show up again, spray them in the face with the fire extinguisher or something.” Cole’s irritated voice filters through my phone’s speaker and it makes me crack a smile for the first time in a week. “Pretty sure I would get arrested for that.” “Not
LESLIE’S POV My reflexes work faster than they ever have. Fast enough to help me roll away, and bump into Beverly in the process. Mike relentlessly stalks towards me and that’s when I get a good look at his affected leg. I time his movement and before he can take another angry swing of his weapon
LESLIE’S POV Seconds after Beverly crumples to the ground, my breath is still caught in my throat. I’m still trembling as I watch her sprawled on the floor, body jerking uncontrollably. I’m amazed at my strength to still remain standing despite the traumatising scene in front of me. To still grip t
LESLIE’S POV Our hearts are already in our mouths before we see what jumped at us—a ginormous rat, every bit as scared as us. It runs at full speed and scurries into the nearby bush. “All clear.” She mutters and we both step into the shed using her phone’s flashlight. It’s a full shed; a bunch of
LESLIE’S POV We’re barely two minutes away from the abandoned school gate when the engine starts to sputter, the entire truck shaking with the intensity. “No…no…no…no, not now!” Beverly lets out a panicked groan. I am preoccupied with looking behind us to make sure we’re not being followed but at
LESLIE’S POV Kian doesn’t know it—the name of Mike’s sister. I can tell from the way his entire face has gone even paler than it was before. Earlier, it had been pale from the pain of the injuries from the accident that I still don’t know the extent of. Now, he has turned ashen from something m
LESLIE’S POV The sound of my name reaches me from somewhere distant. The sound is repeated just like the throbbing ache in my head. When I finally manage to pry open my eyes, the feeling of deja vu washes over me. My hands and legs are bound tightly just like three years ago in that warehouse.
BEVERLY’S POV The familiar beeping sound that comes from my phone causes me to jerk upright. My eyes train on the screen, following the movement of a blinking red dot on the map. He’s on the move. I slam a couple of bills on the coffee table before hurrying out of the cafe where I had been havi