(Roseian Lilliana St. Clair’s Point-of-View)

As we walked out of the wine cellar, the sound of our footsteps on the wooden floor could be heard throughout the area.

“So I will see you later, okay?” As he kissed the side of my lips, I nodded my head.

Jonas turned his back on me, and before he could walk away, I grabbed his wrist and drew him closer to me.

“Wait.” I said, and he turned his head to look at me. “Uhm…”

He had a compassionate face as he lifted his brows. “Yes, Rosie? Is there still something you need from me?”

After shaking my head to get the question...