Chapter 131 The Gift

• Kristine led me to the terrace, the moonlight casting on us to create an ethereal moment, to share an unforgettable kiss I would engrave in my core, the most beautiful moment of my life.
• “You promise, Zayne. I am 18 tonight,” Kristine insisted, her fingers clutching around my shirt, inducing an exquisite sensation.
• Our heartbeats were moving in sync. I couldn’t help but to sway in the moment, holding her wrist gently, staring keenly at the desperate woman.