Chapter twenty-eight

KYLE'S P.O.V.

Tonight was especially lovely; stars twinkled like diamonds in the sky, and the air was filled with warmth and the promise of new beginnings as we glided through it gracefully.

However, despite its grandeur, it did nothing to alleviate the deep sense of dread that had taken up residence at the base of my chest.

I took a few glances at Andrew and it caused my heart to thud painfully. He seemed to have withdrawn into himself rather than being present with me. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, his eyes were tightly closed, and he had a death grip around my neck as his heart pounded against my chest. I couldn't get rid of the feeling of remorse that had developed in me after seeing him in this light. His muscular body felt fragile in my embrace, unlike the Andrew I'd grown to know.