"Eh, at least let me go," Isabella said, shifting slightly in his arms. She tried to sound casual, but her voice came out a little breathier than she liked.
Kian raised a single brow, his grip loosening just enough, but not completely. "Are you sure you want that?"
Isabella bit her bottom lip, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes as she pretended to consider it. "Actually…" she began, voice trailing into a playful hum, "I think it's the perfect time to fulfill a very important promise I made to myself."
Kian's other brow lifted now, both of them arched like twin peaks of curiosity. "What wish?"
She stepped back a little, just enough to create space between them, but not enough to actually escape his arms. Her eyes dropped deliberately.
