First Person P.O.V: ARTHUR DELAVINGE
“I love you,”
His voice was trembling. I am trembling. Our breaths visibly fogging up in this cold, but my whole body was being engulfed in his body heat.
I could feel the way his words reverberated from his back on my fingertips and how his heart pounded against my chest. What the—of all times to be emotionally vulnerable and honest HE CHOSE NOW?!
Sometimes I really wonder if I could ever keep up with Valya’s train of thought. ‘I love him too! But I don’t want to share such a valuable moment with him under these circumstances!’ I just pulled his face down and give him a quick kiss because I’m starting to hear footsteps up the stairwell of this building.
“Yes, but we need to go first!” I announced, and he shut his eyes with a low groan, frustrated
