God save me from this writhing pain.
Jeez!
Did I just happen to slip over a bAnaNa's skin??
I grimace my face with profound pain, trying to collect myself and find a way to stand up. Before that, I have to know if he has seen me or not so I turn my head-
Doomed.
He's staring at me, I'm staring at him.
We are both staring at each other from a considerable distance. One standing and one laying helplessly on the floor like a drowning fish next to a pile of glittering trash.
What a romantic place to meet and a lovely position to be in.
"Rosalie?" He blinks his narrowed eyes as if to make sure he did not mistake me as, probably, an actual fish or something.
This is so pAInFuLlY embarrassing!
No brain! No!
Stop assaulting me with those memories!!
Stop!!
Stop showing and replaying the moment when we-
He rushes over to me and I stare at him while he does it. I didn't really pay attention to what he was wearing but...
Wow, that black suit which he clads makes him look even hotter. Damn. I wonder what he's doing going around in that.
"Are you okay?" He bends down and extends his hands out, offering to help me get up.
But I slap his hands away grossly.
"I don't need your help." I swiftly ascend on my feet, feigning to be totally fine when I'm actually hurting a tad, brushing off dust on my hands that are covered with light scratches, then smoothen my work uniform.
"Ouch!" I can't help but cry out as soon as I feel a sharp ache radiating about a particular area on my left leg when I make a tiny movement.
"Careful." He seizes my forearms tenderly to keep me balanced and I shiver at his touch. I look up at him attentively through my lashes.
He examines the wound under my skirt.
"You are bleeding." He says.
"What??" My mouth forms into an "o" shape and my mind is filled with nothing but dread about if that wound on my leg heals will it leave behind a huge ass scar that will ruin my legs' beauty??
"We need to take care of this." He stands up.
Yes, duh this should be taken care of-
"Pardon me..."
"We??"
"There's no we! I can take care of myself." I shrug his hands off me.
I roll my eyes before hobbling past him to get to the door with great difficulty, damn this really hurts, ouch.
"Rosalie..." He calls me softly from behind and I almost stop midway, my heart skipping a beat.
Just ignore him, Rosalie, just ignore him.
"There's a piece of broken glass in there..."
What, really?
"And that needs to be taken care of..."
"Now." He says demandingly.
I turn my head around out of curiosity to see what he's doing.
What the hell?
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Enthrall Me (𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒅)
Roman d'amour"Why did you 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 me?" I, again, throw a very troubled question towards him. ... "I was doing you a favour there." His countenance suddenly changes as a playful smirk plasters on his face. "You should consider yourself 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚..." "Because ma...
