Five guys were running after him. He turned over the corner and was pulled by his clothes into a room. The door was still slightly open, so he saw the guys running by. He grabbed for the wrist that had held him with strength and turned to the person who had pulled him. He saw her eyes closed. He had used too much strength on her arm. He let go. His face was just a breath away from hers, they were both pushed together behind the door. He looked up and down, just now he noticed her exposed neck. She was wrapped in a towel, her body still covered in drops and her hair peaking out of its place. He was taller, and being pushed towards her he was towering over her forehead. He felt her quick breath on himself as she reopened her eyes. She flinched seeing his face almost touching hers. Their eyes met and they gazed onto each other. They had been fallen so deep that she didn't realize the loose towel moved closer to the ground. When her first arm was out, he quickly grabbed it and prevented disaster. His hand touched her shoulder, she felt her skin burning. Both of their heartbeats running at the same pace. Without thinking, he leaned in. His skin on hers burned her alive, took away her ability to breath. She felt as if the bloodstream to her brain cut off and their minds turned blank.
