Chapter 119: Isn’t That What Love Is About?

TESSA

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to stifle a laugh and clutching the fabric of his shirt on his back to keep myself from falling as we walked through the bar’s door. Why was I laughing?

Ignoring me, he kept walking down the sidewalk.

“Are you crazy?” I insisted, trying to make him stop.

I couldn’t see clearly from the position I was in, but the street seemed empty.

“Rhys!”

“You did it.”