CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V

Standing in front of her door, I waited anxiously for Marie to pick up the call. My voice was blocked with so much tears, I just wanted a shoulder to lean on.

Turning back, I sauntered into the night. But the sound of my name being called made me halt my steps, I turned to look at Marie, she was leaning against the door frame, she slipped out quietly, her hair was flowing all around her, giving her some sort of angelic look. She had a short blue nightgown on, which stopped mid thighs; I forced my eye to leave her smooth legs that were on full display, fully accentuated by the street light.