Kris was chilling in the living room, basking in this cozy glow that made him look like an angel.
As I stepped out, he passed me a steaming cup of hot cocoa.
At the sight of food, my stomach began to cramp uncontrollably.
I hadn't had a bite to eat since the whole kidnapping ordeal, and now my tummy was throwing a full-on protest.
I gazed at him with a mix of emotions; he was always so darn considerate.
"Back when I was young, whenever I was feeling down, my mom would give me a cup of hot cocoa," Kris started opening up about his past. "My mom was a real social butterfly who had me after serving Mr. Howard at some bachelor bash. After I was born, her looks changed, stretch marks and all that jazz sticking around on her belly." Kris went on, "I was like a beauty thief, and she lost her
