Samantha
“Are you ready?” I ask Holden, and he appears to be surprised to see me.
He blinks and shakes his head, “How did you get ready so fast?”
I shrug, “I just threw this on,” I say, twirling my dress. His eyes only get wider. “Holden?” I touch his arm. “Are you ready?” I say, looking at his shirt, which still smells of blood.
“One moment,” He huffs and walks toward his office. I silently follow him.
We enter his office, and he walks over to a door I never noticed and opens it. I see clothes and other articles stacked on a shelf. He grabs a shirt and pants. I turn away as he puts them on.
I jump when he taps my shoulder.
“Sorry,” he says as I turn to him. He is wearing a blue denim button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. I bite my lip as I stare and blush. Holden lightly grasps my
