The Stolen Kiss

(Neva’s POV)

He stood by the window, and for a moment, neither of us moved.

I crossed my arms over my chest and told him coldly, "Say what you came to say... and leave."

Kaelen turned slowly, the moonlight catching the edge of his cheekbone. His eyes were glassy. "I... I,"

He tried to speak but stuttered.

"I... I'm sorry, Neva."

Kaelen never stuttered.

His eyes were red-rimmed, lips parted like he