Aliyah’s POV

Asher and I leaned on his bike, staring at the moon, cans of alcoholic drinks in our hands.

Asher smiled, his smile infectious. “The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” He asked.

The question was random, but I wouldn't stop thinking this was the most romantic moment that had ever happened between us—staring at the moon together and wondering if it's beautiful.

“It is, just like us,” I said.

“I know right?” Asher chuckled. “I can see Elara’s beauty up ...