C43 CHAPTER 43: Three Words, Eight Letters

GABRIEL’s P.O.V.

I feel thousands of fluttering butterflies inside of my stomach the moment that Erevell wiped away the dirt on my lips. She tried to teased me, but of course, I remained quiet, not wanting her to find out about my feelings this instance. I want my confession to be extra special, one that she will never forget and even I, if ever that she leave me alone one day