Chapter 42

Adrian’s POV

She looks good, hair in two poorly done braids, blue ripped jeans paired with a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of Adidas on her feet. Looking at her now, I find it arduous to believe this is the woman I spent all night and early hours of today apologizing to, she looks so naive as if she didn’t make me labor for each kiss we shared.

Literally, she had me do mini tasks for her to be reimbursed in kisses and I obliged not only because I wanted her to tire her out but because I loved how she tasted in my mouth, I can still taste her kisses on my tongue. Before she sees me staring at her, I hastily shift my gaze to Mirabelle, who seems to be wearing the same outfit except her hair is neatly done.

Santiago starts the car and I shift my gaze back to the road where it’s safer to look. Camilla and Mirabelle are having a conversation in which it’s merely my sister going on and on about something I deem insignificant because I don’t get to hear the serenade that