Of all people in the world… why did it have to be Ian Han who found me like this?
The same Ian Han I swore I couldn't stand.
The same one who never missed a chance to tease me, annoy me, drag me into his orbit.
I hugged my knees tighter, biting the inside of my cheek. Regretting everything.
And of course, because he's Ian, he had to open his mouth.
"So," he whispered, leaning his head against the wall. "Any reason you're crying in the middle of a party? Just curious."
I shot him a glare. My face was still swollen from crying, my swimsuit was still dripping, and he looked like he was about to laugh at me.
He shrugged. "I mean, I saw you storm off in a bikini. I had to grab a towel and a shirt before some creep got any ideas." His eyes flicked down for a second before he caught himself, and…
Oh my God, was Ian Han actually blushing?
