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. I am planning to tell her about this later today, but I was just finding out a perfect time for that.

“This is so delicious. I wish I have eaten here more before...” Erevell suddenly stated, making me stop to look over her direction.

“But we did... I mean, we always eat here before, right?”

“I mean, while you’re away... You know, when you left. I haven’t find time to come here all by myself.”

“And why is that?” I asked her wondering myself.

“Well, I don’t know... Maybe because I don’t want to be reminded by you...”