Jojo's P.O.V.
Raven’s smile stretched wider, and he gestured for me to follow him. We walked through the kitchen and out the back door, the cool night air wrapping around us. The porch was bathed in the soft, golden light of the hanging lanterns, casting a romantic glow over the space. I couldn’t help but breathe in deeply, the earthy scent of the land mixing with the lingering perfume of the wine we had shared earlier.
I leaned against the railing, taking in the view of the Miller’s land stretching out before me—rolling hills, a few scattered trees, and the outline of a small barn in the distance. It felt peaceful out here, like an oasis tucked away from the rest of the world.
I could hear the soft scrape of his boots on the porch behind me, the quiet sound of him moving closer. Before
