C62 Caged In His Arms

Athena’s P.O.V.

Cristoff kissed my forehead as the love song ended. It was a genuine kiss that I would crave for as long as I lived.

He even asked me if we could now go back to our seats, but I refused and only spoiled myself by hugging him tightly. For one last time, I wanted his smell to soothe my nostrils. I wanted to feel his skin and his lips so close to me