His fingers tighten over mine. “Jovie.” He forces it out between breaths. Water coats his eyelashes, falling onto his cheeks. His skin is alabaster, the rich color of his cheeks that day in the Market long gone, making his already dark eyes all the more intense. “That’s your name, your real name—Jovie.” There’s goodbye in his tone. I shake my head.
hes either her dad, brother, friend/mate?? but he knows her name and idk its not feeling romantic yet but it will be so embarassing if it is and i saod brother/father
