Alexander's POV
Eve.
It was a name I could have sworn I would never say again for a long while to come. A name that came with pain and nagging emotions from my past, the past that I sought so hard to guide my heart against.
I held her arm tightly, refusing to let go even though she thrilled and groaned a little, even though the workers that now passed us gave me a funny stare, most too scared of me to stare longer than a millisecond.
I did not let go until we got to the rooftop, the serene, peace-filled environment that I loved to escape to when life got too overwhelming.
She dusted off the imaginary dust that laid on her dress, muttering some words about how I had managed to ruffle it and finally, she turned to look at me, her eyes containing that subtle sultriness that I could never
