One Last Hope

Chapter 11

⭐“Friendship isn’t about who you’ve known the longest. It’s about who walked into your life, said ‘I’m here for you’ and proved it.”⭐
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At the exit, I hesitate a moment. I glance left and then right, without really knowing which direction to take.

I turn left.

After pacing through a series of corridors that mean nothing to me, I sigh.

How the hell do you get out of here?

A little preoccupied, I don't really look where I'm going, but I'm brutally brought back to reality.

I bump into someone. He catches me just before I fall flat on my face.

Surprised, I look up and meet with strangely familiar, amber coloured eyes.

Drogo!

Drogo: "I'm beginning to think that you're following me!"

His little superior air really irritates me. It's as if he had no other expression. Just my luck, to run into him now!

Nora: "I could say the same thing..."

I try to leave, but he stands in front of me and prevents me from passing.

Nora: "Jeez, what's your problem? Do you behave like that with everyone or am I privileged?"

He comes close to me. Too fast. Too near. I try breaking through left and right, but he slips in front of me every time.

I am again at his mercy, without the possibility of escaping. I step back instinctively until I find myself back to the wall.

My emotions muddle again in my head.

He places his hands against the wall, on either side of my shoulders, and slowly moves closer. His face is only a few inches from mine.

I swallow nervously. Can he feel my anxiety, my fear... my body on fire?

All I know is that It's not good for me to stay here alone with him. He leans into the hollow of my shoulder and inspires, over and over again.

He doesn't try to touch me, but it doesn't change anything. His presence stirs me every time, without my being able to fight.

I daren't make another move, for fear of aggravating the situation and accentuating my embarrassment.

I hold his gaze blushing slightly, like every time our eyes meet.

He stares at me with such intensity that I really feel like I'm his prey.

Drogo: "What if I had you right here in the middle of this deserted corridor?"

I feel him very close to my skin. It's both oppressive and exciting, but I'm still on the alert.

Nora: "You don't have the right to..."

A hoarse laugh escapes from his mouth which baffles me. I'm curious to know what he's going to retort, this time.

Drogo: "I don't care much for such pretty manners, what I want, I take, and I really want to play with you, little thing."

Nora: "I am not a toy!"

Drogo: "Oh, yes you are! And I'm going to make short work of you!"

My body erupts in a new wave of heat and I feel my heart pounding.