Alora's POV
Restlessness had hugged me like a glove ever since I ran into my room. I tried sleeping, but my thoughts were all over the place, and I kept feeling my stomach churn. So now, here I was, pacing back and forth in my room while humming a soft tune.
It was doing nothing to calm me down. My pacing ceased when I heard a knock at my door. I trudged towards it and pulled it open. Luca stood outside, leaning against the wall with his hands resting in his pockets.
"Hey, Alora. Miss me?" He raised a brow and pouted, but I just rolled my eyes and walked back into my room.
"What do you want, Luca?" I asked in a bored tone, flopping down on my bed and lying facing the ceiling.
"Ouch, girl, you can hurt a man so bad, you know. Would it hurt to say, 'Yes, I missed you, Luca'?"
I chuckle
