More Than A Curse
“I’m sorry I’m not a better date.” Imara lifted her cheek from Haldir’s chest and rolled her teary eyes up to the ceiling. “I thought coming here tonight would make me feel better.”
His lips pushed out as his shoulder lifted to his ear. “It’s alright, kiddo. I could tell you needed a break.”
Like a hand pulling her closer, she felt someone’s eyes on her, and when she peeked over Haldir’s shoulder, she hoped it would be Ben standing there instead of the blonde-haired man at the bar.
Every rejection from Ben made her hate herself a little more, and when the man made his way to them, she sighed away the last bit of pride she had and gave him a smile when he tapped Haldir’s shoulder. “Excuse me. Can I cut in?”
Before his eyes met the handsome stranger’s, Hald
