Nara

After dinner, we sit in the salon. Before Amelia can take a seat next to me, Kian pushes her aside and wedges himself between me and a throw pillow. Amelia and I gasp at the intensity of the moment. Kian looks smug. He removes the pillow and moves closer to me. I try to stand, but he pulls me back, wrapping an arm around me and guiding my head to rest on his arm. I sigh, feeling hopeless and amused, because this situation is quite funny. Sometimes he can be so juvenile.

"Sit there, Amelia," he says with a polite smile. Amelia nods slowly and takes a seat on...