*ALORA*
“Alora.” He said in that dark, growly voice like he was tasting it, experiencing flavors no one else did.
It was ridiculous but I started feeling excited like a teenage girl who had just gotten her crush to notice her.
I’ve never felt this way in years.
I had thought the hopeless romantic in me had died.
“My name’s…Ford.”
There was something about the way he hesitated before he told me that, like half-truths and lies were accepted in the darkness.
I wondered why I sensed an air of deception.
I didn’t know him. We just met.
And I’m still holding his hand.
Why did I liked holding a stranger’s hand?
I shook my head, I have to get a hold of myself.
“May I have my hand back, please?”I noticed he paused for a beat before responding.
“Sorry.”His th
