A PERSON LIKE MOGAN.

SAPPHIRE’S POV.

Breathlessly, I unwrapped my arms around Daniel’s waist and dropped them on his chest to tap him.

We’ve been kissing for as long as I could remember and he did not take a second of space to catch his breath.

Slowly, and unwillingly, he broke the kiss, while he panted heavily and then bored his eyes into mine.

“Sapphire,” he whispered my name as I felt the rising and falling of our chest.

“Daniel, I…”

“Shhh,” he cut me short and moved back gently.

“You don’t need to give me a reply now. I know you don’t feel the same way for me and I understand,” he said and I shook my head.

Was he kidding me?

I feel the same way, of course!

How could he think it was vice versa?

I felt like heaven was going to fall due to the excitement I was feeling.

All this while, I had assumed that it was only me who felt that way for him and I thought it was wrong and illegal to feel so.

Hearing his confession… him pouring his heart to me and through the kiss, I felt too much happiness in my heart