~ Niamh ~
I turned my head quickly, my heart hammering against my ribs, only to find Cristiano leaning over the back of my chair with an amused glint in his eyes.
He shifted the seat Ronan had just vacated and lounged on it, moving with a lazy, silky grace that made it seem like he didn't have a single bone in his body.
"Hello, beautiful sunshine sweetheart," he flashed me a bright, blinding smile, his voice smooth and dripping with that playful charm he used like a weapon.
Despite the painful drumming in my head and the sick feeling in my stomach from everything Ronan had just dumped on me, a smile stretched my lips immediately.
It was impossible not to feel a little lighter when Cristiano was around. He was like a burst of color in a room that was mostly shades of gray.
Cristiano leaned in, his eyes darting toward the crowd where Ronan had disappeared.
