487 Hunter

"Are you having a conversation in your head?" The quiet, deep voice asked as he held her firmly in his arms.

Alicia could not register anything in her head at that moment as the pain had come abruptly like it was squeezing her heart.

In a few seconds, the pain disappeared, and she was able to realize the kind of position she was in, in the presence of so many watchful eyes.

She looked up at the young man who had caught her, his strong arms wrapped securely around her.

He was tall, his hair raven-dark and perfectly styled, hinting at a rebellious spirit beneath his polished exterior. A wisp of hair fell across his forehead, further accentuating his magnetic allure. 

His midnight blue suit perfectly complemented her own attire, and his blue eyes, much like hers, seemed to hold a depth of emotion that was hard to decipher.