Trent POV
"Tell me."
Lily's voice broke through as I opened the doors to my balcony.
“Please—" She pleaded.
I curiously stalk over to the edge, hissing. Ivanna really had to choose beneath my balcony for the playhouse.
"Alright." A voice rigorously the same as Jas's answered back, and for a second, I froze in my track.
Of course, she's here. She still works here. . .
Extremely annoyed at the torture of having her here without actually having her to myself, I stealthy advanced forward and peeped at the resonant voice attracting me to that specific direction.
She was lying straight on her back, facing the sky, her legs were crossed, and her beautiful curls were spread around her sides. . .
The urge to lay beside her was intense; it stung every part of my chest and reminded me
