Disengaging from the kiss, Alvin gently turned Annabelle to face him, his eyes locked onto her.
She was beautiful, a natural beauty that had captured his attention from the first moment he laid eyes on her. Bathed in the soft light of the full moon, she seemed like a celestial being, a reflection of the moon goddess herself. Anyone who has seen the moon goddess could confirm that she was just like a replica of her.
Without breaking their gaze, Alvin's fingers traced through her dark hair, his touch gentle. Her chocolate eyes, now glistening with unshed tears, held his attention captive.
"I really don't know how to babysit, but don't worry, I'll learn because of you," he assured her, his expression unreadable as he looked past her.
Annabelle, her voice almost a whisper as she looked up at him, replied, "I can take care of myself."
