Part 2: Chapter 8

Sylvia's P. O. V

" Here, hold my hand," Alex said. I stared at his outstretched hands, confused. Huh? He saw the confusion on my face and smiled even wider. " You think I'll leave you here all alone? "

" But I just said I'm claustrophobic." I reminded.

" I know. It's because you're scared of small, enclosed places. Maybe if someone held your hands, you wouldn't feel so scared."

" Oh...." I mumbled, trailing off. A blush crept up my cheeks as I gingerly put my hands on his. He stared at the hands and stopped, frowning slightly.

" What happened to your hands?" He asked, seeing the bright red mark. I glanced at it and gasped.

" Oh... I had hot chocolate spilled on me yesterday." I replied, and he gave me a cursive look.

" You're not that clumsy." He noted, and I smiled nervously. He clasped it gently, pulling me with him.

" Okay now. Close your eyes." He said. I nodded and did as he told me. He began walking, and I followed him, my eyes still closed. Once I felt in