A home of strangers

Alex POV

“Are you scared?” I whispered.

“Petrified,” Stormy whispered back.

“I’m right here, Hurricane.”

“What if they hate me? Look at my hair and my weird eye.”

I chuckled and stroked her pink bottom lip. “Your weird eye is one of the things I like the most about you.”

“You never said anythi...

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