TWENTY
Arms propped up on the dresser table, Ramon held his head in his hands and quietly berated himself for the stunt he pulled. But really, could anyone blame him for wanting to kiss Erin when she was sitting right next to him, looking into his eyes with such tenderness?
He swore his heart could dance to the music their voices made for a long, long time. How he wished the song could’ve lasted longer. Ramon knew he crossed a line, and now he would have to accept the consequences.
He would have to be ready to lose her.
He hadn’t even mustered enough courage to give Erin the letter he’d written. He carried it with him every day, but what use was it if it remained with him, never to be read by the person it was written for?
A knock on the door saved Ramon from spiraling down the black
