Cassandra’s Pov :
I am supposed to sketch.
And i am.
But the thing is,my hand isn’t in my control anymore.Nor is my mind.
The last thing i remember is fixing an angle and starting to draw but by the time i stop,i realise that the scenery in my page isn’t of the Island.
But of a person.
Kayden.
I am blushing as i look down at the sketch.He has been wandering around the beach before taking a permanent seat on the beach and drinking while waiting for me to finish patiently.
Yes,he did bring a bottle of whiskey.And in his defence,he said it was my dad’s which might be the truth considering that my dad does have a habit of leaving whiskey’s here and there just so he can drink without getting caught by my mom.
I sigh as i touch the figure in my book,Kayden is sitting on the beach,his ha
