EMMA's POV :
We arrived at Ian’s family home, but we had to sneak ourselves in so we wouldn’t wake up his mom.
I didn’t know much about Ian and his family, he didn’t talk about them often. All I knew was that his dad had passed away in a car accident and her mom never got remarried. He also had a younger sister who was still in college.
The house was a lovely two story white brick building. The living room was filled with all sorts of pictures and memories of Ian’s childhood, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Ian was so, so adorable. He played little league when he was 10, and there were pictures of him and his family when he was young scattered everywhere. Weirdly enough, there weren’t any pictures of him as a teenager though.
“Come here,” Ian whispered, motioning for me to f
