Your hands are scarred from murder, and yet I trust them.
~Pintrest~
Romano
The cheap motel Dino was staying at looked like it would collapse any moment; the stairs were narrow, the stairway dark; Mia kept stopping, and then she would stretch out her hand from the back to touch me without turning to feel if I was still walking behind her even though I held a torch to light up the stairs, so she didn't stumble and fall in her high heels.
"Are you afraid I might leave you?"
She turned abruptly, colliding with my body we almost fell over, her eyes wide open.
"Why do you keep touching me?"
"What if your mouth is gagged, and they pulled you away?"
I laughed out loud; I couldn't help it. "How can that happen?"
She shrugged, her finger touching her lips to silence me.
"It can happe
