Me and Him

How the Cat Dies

The masculine voice sent shivers down my spine, making want to collapse on the ground and break into shatter glass. I didn’t want to see his face, I didn’t want to turn around, but my curiosity is too strong to withhold the urge. Spinning around I came face to face with a man. The moonlight was kind enough too shown down upon us, making it easier to see the strangers features. His shaggy blonde hair swept across his forehead, a few strands reaching his dark eyebrows.

His broad shoulders lay covered with cotton fabric that use to be white, but now a dark shade not merely worth to be a color. Peering through the thin fabric was his defined muscles, rippling like waves of a river they were. My eyes began to travel up his very tall and built frame to his eyes, his almond shaped eyes that drew me in like ocean currents. ‘He’s striking,’ I think to myself.

Enjoying the view, angel?” He said in a deep voice making my heart flutter inside.  It took a step closer towards me as I stare into hypnotizing eyes. I begin to open my mouth, but it fastened itself closed as no words fleeted into my mind. For the first time I had no thoughts spewing my mind.

I am utterly speechless at his presence, bewildered by his fascinating beauty. I stood still as a rock as I sink his image in my memory. A smirk appears on his lips as I feel his eyes begin to explore my image as well. 

"I'll let you know a little secret," he whispers, his smirk growing wider. My eyes darted from his lips to almond shaped eyes as I gradually came back to my right mind. I remember the danger I was in at that impulsive moment as I start to back away, only in vain to trap myself between a tree and his towering body. Fear crept into my heart like a snake strangling the life out of his prey. His face inches from mine, then suddenly near my neck, gently taking in my scent.

 "The view in front of me…" he whispers, and then pulls away and gazing into my eyes.

 "…Is the most beautiful view I ever seen," he finishes, his voice sounding like the drifting wind. Lifting his hand he moves a strand of hair from my face tucking it behind my ear. His touch sends sparks dancing across my skin. Shock flourishes throughout my mind  and body at his words and the sudden sensation. His features changes into worry as he began to further away from me, leaving almost wondering why, until he bows apologetically.

"My lady, excuse me. I did not introduce myself." He says, while gazing into my eyes.

 "My name is Joshua. Joshua Clarkson." He states.

"Mary. Mary Kray, pleasure," I reply curiously, putting to use the manners my mother taught me. He comes close, taking my hand into his and kisses it with his soft lips. Letting go and looks into my eyes, then grins.

"No. Pleasure is all mines." He says, then lifts me up and carries me off into the forest.

Stupid me, everyone knows my family. He's probably going to use me for ransom, like the filthy thief he is. So, this is how the cat dies, in the arms of the most dazzling creature.

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