Chapter 38: One last kiss

Since everyone else had called it a night, I figured I'd hang out with Mr. Clinton and make the most of our time together.

I brought in two mugs of steaming hot milk tea, along with my usual snack, which I would probably be eating alone...

I found him relaxing on the couch situated at the veranda, his head leaning against the headrest with his legs crossed. I stood a fair distance away, watching him in silence; his eyes were closed, and his lips were impeccably defined. He seemed to be enjoying the night breeze, which I found very chilling. I had a blanket cozily wrapped around me; my long baggy pants shielded my legs from the harsh cold.

I sat beside him, placing the mugs down on the table. I saw one of his eyes peek open, only to close again when he realized it was me.

"What do you want?" His voice was stern, almost a whisper.

I sighed at his unwelcoming tone. Resting in the headrest like him, I gazed out at the dark view of the night through the balcony...

"Mr. Clinton,