My heart beat like a drum underneath my rib cage as the thought of meeting someone new for a long time floated around my mind.
For a moment, I seated there uneasy as I was not sure if I was supposed to be thrilled or what.
Suddenly, footsteps started echoing around the room.
I wasn’t alone of course, I could hear other patients in the room chatting with their visitors as well, but the sound of those certain footsteps felt bizarre sending me chills throughout my whole body.
The footsteps came nearer and louder.
Then it stopped.
I sensed someone going around me.
He smelled that of a musky scent but in a younger aroma.
I felt him stopping right in front of me.
That warm sensation I had on my neck just got warmer and I hoped it didn’t transpire on my friggin’ face.
‘Hello.’
A thick British voice spoke.
I was not sure if he was talking to me.
‘I’m Zayn.’
Oh, he was.
I didn’t know what to say that instant as if my tongue retreated down my throat.
‘Uhm, if you don’t mind me asking, are you alright? You seem a little red. Are you okay? Is this a bad time?’
Dammit!
I’m totally blushing!
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