Kian pulls away to look at me. Excitement creases the outer corners of his eyes and he’s properly smiling at me. Like, a true, toothy smile that you can’t contain. The moment’s brief and his smile slips, almost as if he catches himself and realises who he’s stuck with, but it has me fizzing on the inside. I’ve never seen him like this. It’s … mesmerising. Something erupts inside of me, something I’ve only ever felt about a perfect lap or a podium finish. Butterflies. Fluttering in my stomach right now, causing it to churn. Kian Walker’s given me bloody butterflies.
