Alexander
GRAVES VILLA
2:34 a.m.
I lay my head on the pillow, folding my arms behind my neck while staring at the ceiling.
I managed to kiss her.
I could have done it a long time ago, but I preferred to wait; tonight my impatience was at its peak. She didn’t push me away-she didn’t even try to.
She’s starting to let her guard down.
I smile like an i***t thinking about her face when I left through the window. She was frozen by the kiss we had just shared.
Her lips were warm and remarkably soft-it was even more enjoyable than I imagined.
That i***t nearly died for her necklace.
I’m curious about the value that piece of jewelry holds for her.
There’s one thing I don’t understand: when she almost fell out the window, my heart skipped a beat.
I don’t get why I care so much about her
