Chapter 62_Michael’s POV
The moment I broke away from the kiss, the world seemed quieter. The rooftop felt calmer than it had in hours, and the cool night air brushed against my skin like a whisper. I could feel Moana trembling slightly in my arms.
I cupped her face gently in my hands and looked into her eyes, letting the silence speak for the words I couldn’t fully put together.
“Promise me something,” I said, “No matter what anyone says… no one, not my father, who is your stepfather… you promise me you won’t go to Paris.”
Her eyes widened for a brief second, almost shocked at the directness of my demand. But she nodded, swallowing back the lump in her throat, her lips curving into the faintest, reassuring smile.
“I promise, Michael,” she whispered. “I won’t go. I won’t take that off
