VALERIE’S POV.
I was lying in bed, preparing to sleep, when someone threw stones at my window. Letting out a loud yawn, I rose from my bed and made my way to the window. It was Mark, my beloved.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Mark waved, smiling as he jumped up and down. "Come down," he urged.
"What are you doing down there?" I asked in a hushed tone. "What if someone saw you?"
"No one did, so stop worrying and come down," he insisted.
"It's late!" I exclaimed, glancing at my clock. "I was just about to go to bed."
"Good thing you are not in bed yet," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I miss you, Valerie, and I want us to spend more time together. You will be getting married soon, and I need you by my side."
“Mark, you know we can’t just sneak around like this,” I replied.
“I know, but I cou
