Ian's POV:
It took every single strength in me not to look back. I willed myself to keep walking, even though every other thing in me was screaming at me to turn back.
It wasn't until I couldn’t smell her anymore and the anger cleared from my eyes and I realised that I was stomping my feet.
I halted by the foot of the stairs, and everything about it seemed so absurd I had to laugh.
Was I actually jealous? When last did I get so angry?
My jaw instinctively clenched when I remembered the way she leaned in. I knew my brother, and Zayn will not hesitate to take Aryanna to bed if he had the chance. He was the playboy but he was also the charmer.
That unpredictable anger climbed down my throat again and I pinned it down. I ran my fingers through my hair, and started walking up the stair
