Chapter 83

*Ali POV*

Wade intertwines his hands with mine as we walk out of Francis' room. The sparks twirl and dance across my skin reminding me that no matter how bad things have gotten, this moment made it worth it. I’ve never been a sappy lovey-dovey type of girl or the girl that craves constant touch. But with Wade I’m afraid of the moment he lets my hand go. I'm addicted to his looks and his touch.

It’s quite possible it’s the bond that has changed me and my outlook, but I also have a feeling that it’s just what love does to someone. We also have never had the chance to really just be together. I slide him a quick glance and I can see a smile on his lips.

“What are you smiling about?” I ask tugging on his hand.

“This is the first time we’ve really actually held hands around other people” he shrugs.

A butterfly flutters through my stomach as my cheeks grow warm and I look back over at him. This bond definitely alters your state of mind. Wade stops w