Opening Up

Alana's POV

"It's one of the most beautiful names on earth, don't you think?" Desmond remarks. He adjusts his crisp white collar, deliberately letting the thick fabric slide down to reveal the fresh, dark ink etched into the skin of his neck.

*Alana.*

My mind races in a million different directions, short-circuiting as I stare at the dark cursive letters. Did he actually do this? Did he genuine