Alora’s POV

Stormy gray eyes turned towards me, waiting for me to take his hand as his charming wide smile. His hair looked like he had just got out of bed.

His hands were still hanging in the air, so I took it. They were warm and he had a firm grip.

“My name is Michael, but my friends call me Mike,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. I live two doors down. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

I nodded, unable to utter any coherent word.

His hands were still in mine, and I was still looking ...