Jean Verodine

Blake and I were standing outside the balcony, he dragged me here. It wasn’t bad though, the night breeze was nice.

“Why is your name Blake Coster when you’re cleary a Samuel?” I asked.

“It’s a long story.”

“You know I might be a stranger to you but if you need a friend, I’m here.” I said and turning my head to him. He smiled looking at me and his green orbs looking at me with a lot of unreadable emotions.

He got closer to me and closed the gap between us, he looked at me intensely and he slipped his hand to my cheek caressing it. None...