Your hand feels so warm, shemented.


    Alyan gave a light smile.


    Arent you scared I might be the viin here? And to think you came all by yourself at this hour? Miley met his smile without a hint of fear, stepping closer and lifting an eyebrow yfully.


    Whats the harm in a meeting with a dashing man? I trust youre a true gentleman who would never press me into anything Id regret.


    She was such a daring and energetic girl.


    Alyan prepared a ss of wine for her, and the two struck up a lively conversation in the bar.


    As the evening wore on, Mileys cheeks tinged with the flush of alcohol.


    Her eyes zed over as she looked at Alyan, pulling herself closer by wrapping her arms around his neck.


    Alyan, youre really handsome… Alyan, caught off guard by her forwardness, felt a sudden pull of attraction. Still, he had no intention of exploiting the situation.


    With gentle hands, he steadied her and whispered, Youre drunk.


    I*1L drive you home before your dad tears me apart.


    Mileys mood shifted at the mention of leaving.


    She clung to him, her voice whining yfully.


    Alyan, dont you like me? I love spending time with you.


    Its so much fun.


    No other guy makes me feel this way.


    Through her drunken haze, Alyans face seemed to multiply before her eyes. Reaching out to touch his cheek, her hand swayed through the air, failing to connect.


    Alyan, why do I see several of you? she murmured, puzzled.


    Just as Miley teetered on the edge, Alyans hand shot out, yanking her back to safety.


    He carefully shoved her into the car.


    If Eason found out she drank this much with him, he was going to flip.


    Alyan sighed, a note of resignation in the air.


    The luxury car purred quietly as it moved down the near-empty road, the cityste hours making for smooth, unhurried traffic.


    Miley stuck her hand out the window, the cool night breeze rushing over her fingers and dancing across her skin.


    The sensation was like a balm, calming her. The wind helped clear her head, and gradually, Miley found herself more sober.


    She stole a nce at the man in the drivers seat-focused, one hand steady on the wheel.


    With a slight tremor, she gathered her courage and gingerly ced her hand over his free one.


    Alyan jerked at the sudden contact, instinctively trying to pull his hand away.


    But Miley wasnt about to let him.


    She tightened her grip, pulling his hand firmly against her chest.


    Her eyes met his with a sudden, serious intensity.


    Alyan..


    other than my father, no one.