Chapter 17

Earlier we were sitting here on the bench where Braylon was with me earlier. Now, I can still feel the redness on my face because of our closeness to each other earlier. I sighed and tried to calm myself and then looked up at the stars in the sky while I saw in my peripheral vision that my companion was also looking up there.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask because of the tension I felt between him and his Daddy earlier.

"Are you asking me or are you asking the moon?" My forehead furrowed when he asked that so I turned to him and I didn't expect that when I turned back his eyes were on me. “There. Look at me when you want to ask or say something."

I was tormented by the loss because of his tactfulness which he frowned and met with his two eyebrows.

"What?" he asked while looking at me darkly.

"Your art." I don't know where I got the nerve to say that. Add to that how casually I said that to him. I feel like applauding myself for saying that.

"Me? Am I artistic?” It was ob