Baby ballerina (rewrite)

When we met ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

I feel a large chest pushed against my back with force, causing me to fall forward and land on my bruised knees. The warmth the body provided was the most I had felt in years and I didn't like it.

My beat up pointe shoes hit the tile of the studio floor as my eyes search for the culprit of the warmth. As my eyes meet the man my heart pounds in my chest. He's gorgeous...

"Ah, pardon me, miss." The man's voice was smooth yet deep, he seemed to have an accent but I couldn't tell what it was. The man lends me a hand to help me stand up.

I wanted to grab his hand desperately yet I stayed still, staring at it. I wipe a tear that had made its way down my pink chubby cheeks. I sniffle.

Cry baby.

I could feel my neat bun falling out of place despite the many bobby pins holding it down, my toes hurt too badly to stand, I felt like crying in pain. The man grabs my hand and pulls me to my aching feet. It takes me a moment to process that I had just been touched.

"I'm Dom, what's your name, doll?" He spoke again, in the same deep and taunting voice.

I just stared up at him. He was huge compared to me and it freaked me out. I stood at about 5"1 and only weighed 98lbs. He cleared his throat with a smirk.

"Oh! Um...Madilynn..." I smile softly and inwardly cringe at my squeaky voice.

His smile grew wider as he looked down at my attire. I'm wearing a blueish purple cami leotard with pink tights, a thin pink jacket, leg warmers that were tucked neatly into my pointe shoes, and white earmuffs since it was now autumn. I have a tote bag on my shoulder depicting the cover of my favorite book "little women"

"A-are you a dancer here?" He raises an eyebrow as if he's shocked.

I nod my head, not being able to focus on anything but the ache in my feet and the absolute hunger I'm feeling. My stomach grumbles loudly causing my freckled cheeks to blush bright pink.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" His tone is soft and caring, it makes me feel like a kid again and I quite enjoy it.

My mind drifts to Ms. St.Clair yelling about being able to see my lunch and hitting my stomach with the back of her hand. I shook my head as my stomach growls again, louder this time. Dom sighs.

"C'mon petite ballerine." He coos, his accent more audible now. Again he speaks to me as if I'm a baby and it makes my heart flutter in happiness.

*time skippy*

We stand at the edge of the cross walk, hand in hand. My head is spinning as I feel his skin on mine, I want to scream and yell. I stare straight ahead, trying not to seem rude.

Sooo...
Unfortunately I lost my last account that I originally wrote this on so here's the new and improved version!!
Much love- M