Kendra hadn't felt this alive in years. It was as if the world around them had faded into the background as she and James meandered down the city streets after dinner.
The evening air was cool against her skin, but a warmth radiated off James's hand, which was wrapped gently around hers, and that was enough to ward off the chill.
It was in his charming, confident demeanor; the feeling derived when together-the feeling that nobody else existed in the world besides her was intoxicatingly appealing.
He whisked her off her feet in more ways than she could have imagined, yet with an instinct of doubt still at the back of her mind, Kendra found herself wanting to believe in him.
Wanting to believe that maybe, just maybe this could be real.
"Had a good time tonight?" James asked, his tone
