A sudden drizzle caught Ariana on her way to the North Wing Library. She fumbled with her umbrella, struggling against the wind.
"Here."
Kian appeared from nowhere, holding a large black umbrella. He tilted it toward her.
"Thank you," she said, trying not to step too close.
"You're always in trouble with the weather," he said quietly. đ©
They walked together, the umbrella shielding them from rain. Her shoulder brushed his occasionally. Each touch sent tiny shocks of warmth through her chest. â
For the first time, Ariana realized just how aware she was of him,always, everywhere.â