Zita 

I watched the video coverage of Kian and I’s engagement photoshoot, and my stomach twisted at the way he glared at me—like I was some dirty pest he couldn't get rid of—when I wasn’t watching. However, when the camera panned to us, those blue eyes softened as a smile brightened his face and then he would gaze at me as if I meant the world to him. 

If he were an actor, he would have a shelf full of Oscars. I clicked pause, admiring the way he held me in his arms. Why couldn’t he just be this way with me when the cameras weren't watching? Even if it...