Chapter 9 LACY PANTIES AND A KISSING BOOTH

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.

I swear, I’m going to die. Like actually drop dead this instant if this sight before me doesn’t turn out to be a dream. Standing a couple of meters away from me, holding a tiny strip of black lace between his hands, brows furrowed with a confused look, was Jace Donovan.

My fi...