He was.. back?
He had returned?
"Mom, Dad."
He stood there with a small smile on his face, his demeanour and posture; reserved and poised like a gentleman making her heart beat faster.
All that boyish looks he once had turned to something more masculine, giving out his mature supplemental charms of the late twenties further. His features had become more sharp and prominent. He looked like a young version of John Anderson now.
With his black hair, he was wearing a turtleneck grey sweater and a black coat which was draped on his shoulders. It suited him with his perfect height of 6'2.
Actually, whatever he wore, he sparkled.
She gulped.
She was an adult who was in her early twenties. Still, her hormones were going haywire making her go crazy.
She had not forgotten that night. Zari
