Nara

My knees buckle, and I stagger, but he grabs me. After taking deep breaths, I turn to face him, and my breath ceases. Kian. Even though his face is covered with a mask, I recognize him. Those eyes, those lips, his voice, his hair, everything. "Happy birthday, Nara," he says in that deep, alluring voice of his.I steady my erratic heartbeat and speak in what I think is a clear voice, though my words are probably trembling. "What are you doing here?" "I came to find you," he says confidently. I scoff, no words escaping me for a moment. I can't believe he is here, in a room full...