Manon

“I know it’s coming a bit late, but… it’s now or never, right?” Kyren said with a nervous chuckle. Our eyes both drifted to the leather tote resting at his side.

His hand lingered inside the bag, clutching whatever he was about to show me, but he didn’t pull it out yet—not until he’d said what he needed to say.

“I did say I was going to handle it, and… well, that’s what I’m doing now. I just hope you like it.”

When his hand finally emerged, he was holding a ...