RACHEL’S pov.

He sighed deeply.

“You know, I am an only child, I grew up alone with no siblings to play with or pull a prank on”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You grew up alone with no siblings?” he nodded. “What about me? Wasn’t I with you? Doesn’t that mean I was your little sister?” I asked, referring to our days at the orphanage.

He broke into a small smile and wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me sideways and placed a kiss on my shoulder.

“I’ve never considered you to be my little sister”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, not even once. I guess I’ve always being in love...