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"You've been avoiding me." I whispered, softly. "Why?"
His stare was fixated on me, he was focusing on my chest heaving up and down. His fingers dug even deeper against my hips, he was fighting every instinct in his body.
"I'm afraid I might...
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The feeling of warmth beneath my fingers, and the craving for water woke me up. My eyes met the white ceiling above me, the sunlight leaking from the window provided some sort of light inside the room. My eyes drifted down to my blonde hair laying against my shoulder, and the white button-up that I am wearing.
I sat up, the shirt was way too big for my body and fitted me like an oversized blanket. There was a needle inside my arm, my eyes followed the cord to a clear bag filled with a clear substance. I tried yanking it out but it hurt to even touch it, my arm was throbbing.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A voice next to me said, he sounded grating and overbearing.
My eyes meet a pair of green ones, his eyes were like a world of dark green wonders. His black hair was short but slightly curly, his skin looked like it was sun-kissed with facial hair and he was muscular. He had on a white wife beater with black slacks, a cross necklace dangling around his neck, and a few tattoos covering his arms and neck, he had on a few rings nothing too big.
His pupils were dilated, super dilated and there were also purple bags under his eyes.
"Where am I at?" I asked, my mind was fuzzy and nothing seemed familiar about myself.
His eyes stared me down, they were intimidating and felt heavy on my body.
"On my bed." He said, very blunt.
I looked around a bit better, the room was very minimal and covered in the color white with a few pieces of black furniture. The room felt like a museum, there was no sight of decoration or intimacy like a room should have.
"You were in a car accident, your vehicle flipped down a hill outside my house." He said.
I don't remember any of that, I don't even remember my appearance just that I have blonde hair and my name but that's it.
"How long was I asleep for?"
"A week." He responded, his eyes trailing very slowly up and down my body.
I inhaled deeply, I'd been asleep for a week without any knowledge of who I am. This is a lot to take in, my fingers tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear getting flustered with everything including the gorgeous man in front of me.
There was something about him that screamed danger but also in the same sense there was a feeling of warmth swirling inside his eyes, it was a strange feeling.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"
"Alis." He answered very short leaving no room for a conversation, it must be a nickname or maybe that's his actual name.
I was going to question him further but I decided not to, he seemed very closed off about it.
I cleared my throat slightly. "By any chance, do you know my name?" I asked.
