IT WAS EIGHT O'CLOCK when Ianira woke up that morning. He woke up because of what happened last night. He still couldn't get over Hunter's kiss when he was delivered.
That was just a good night kiss. He tried to stab her in the mind but his heart would not believe. Who would have believed that good night kiss, it took almost a few minutes for them to apply their lips. He even responded to her passionate kiss. Where is the good night kiss there? She covered her face with the pillow.
"Oh no. Erase, erase!"
He tried to erase from his eyeball what had happened to them, but it only became clearer.
"Kian has a lot of erasers, sister. The painter, eh. You want to call me?" Kiara smiled as she greeted him removing the pillow from her face.
He stared at it. It never knows how to knock bef
