I blinked, about to turn.
“Don’t look now,” he murmured.
Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead.
It wasn’t long, or dramatic. Just soft. Like it belonged there.
My chest fluttered.
I smiled. Then grinned.
He smirked. “Now look.”
I turned, casually, like it was nothing.
Sienna was walking away, fast, heels clacking against the stone path....