All too late for his love

Chapter 63

Kenan had just swallowed a mouthful of wine in an attempt to calm his nerves before his loss with Willow.

However, before he could swallow more wine, Zayn had volunteered, causing him to spit out the mouthful of wine from shock.

“What did you say, Zayn? My ears are probably fooling me. I think I’m hallucinating! I just heard you say you were willing to kiss me!” Kenan exclaimed. “You’re not hallucinating Zayn’s expression didn’t change one bit. “I’ll kiss you.”

Kenan was holding his breath from sheer panic.

He chuckled dryly. “Man, your joke really sucks.”

“It wasn’t a joke.”

he spoke, Zayn had already approached Renan. “Let’s begin,” he

my ass!” Kenan almost spat at him. He wanted

who volunteered to help them with their

face away as he vomited violently. Kissing a man was simply too disgusting for him to handle. After vomiting, Kenan suddenly froze. He

been acting weird since they were at

that he and Willow

and Kenan acting all lovey–dovey at

matters worse, Kenan was supposed to kiss Willow, but Zayn had stolen

was so against Willow, but he finally made the connection

was only one reason

of gender and fallen in deep, inexplicable love with

feel. He didn’t want to lose Zayn, who had been his best friend since they were kids, but there was no way he would

frowned, the stress furrowing his brows. It was

her, but it wasn’t because Zayn actually cared about her. It