Chapter 642

Just as Declan was about to pull his hand back, a cool, small hand gripped his fingers.

Declan's breath hitched slightly.

Then, that small hand guided his palm open, and cool fingertips began to trace letters, stroke by stroke, across his skin.

'Honestly, Declan, I think it's best if we just stay the way we were. We shouldn't expect too much. I'm not going anywhere until your eyes heal,' Serena wr