You're Beautiful

Chapter Three- A Possessive Man

Chapter Three

A Possessive Man

I could feel her trembling body pressed against mine. Her hands were clenched tightly around my neck and I couldn't help but stare over her. There was panic in her eyes and a little frown between her vibrant blue eyes that made her look cute.

I had this sudden urge to protect this girl, this loud, in your face, brave girl. Who was showing fear to me right now.

Non-descript elevator music was playing quietly and I tried my hardest to concentrate on that and not this beautiful creature in my arms.

She saved my life. . . I can't believe I was that careless. . . I pursed my lips in annoyance as I adjusted my hold, shifting Natalie's weight.

"Please, just put me down. . . I know I am heavy you don't need to be polite." She spoke, a little down trodden, her words were so posh yet the underlying sad tone couldn't be missed even with our language barrier.

She pushed me out of the way of a bus and gets hurt; does she really think I won't do what I can?

"You are not heavy. . . I am just, how do you say?" I mulled, trying to find the best way to say I don't wish to be rude and touch her too much. Even though you want to. . . The thought popped into my head and I could feel myself getting warm and the more she pressed her body to mine I knew I was gone for.

"I-I don't wish to hurt you more, or. . . Touch you rudely." I knew my face betrayed me as she peered up at me and laughed.

"Why are you blushing? What are you thinking about?" As she said that she brought a finger to the middle of my forehead. The lift doors thankfully opened with a ding and I sighed in relief as I didn't have to answer her.

I have never felt anything like this before. I ponder as I walked through the white corridor. The dark hardwood flooring matched the apartment doors that lined along both walls every so often. It's like a pure attraction. . . Could it just be that she saved me, or maybe even lust.

I peered over her again as she looked at her surroundings. She's not my usual type. I laughed to myself; Definitely not my usual type.

I would go for short girls, alternative but still soft.

When I looked back over to Natalie all I could see was long legs and curves, but when I got to her plump red lips my mouth instantly went dry. I gulp before licking my lips, this close to her I could see that she also had a slight dusting of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Another thing I never thought I would like, but on this girl; No, woman. On this woman it suited her.

Her eyes though a dazzling blue, were small and slanted as if she could almost be part Asian. They held such defiance and spirit that didn't look possible from someone her age; I wonder how old she is actually?

I continued to walk down the hallway the silence was almost too much to bear I needed to hear her siren-like voice. Her fiery way of speaking did something to me.

"So, where is it you are from? Are you visiting family or something?" I asked and she stared up at me with a humorous smirk, as if she was in on some joke that I didn't know.

Before she could answer we got to my door, but I foresaw that it would be difficult to get it open with her still in my arms. My keys in my front pocket seemed to be hard to get, but then I felt her slim long fingers reach into my pocket and pull them out. She then held them in front of my face, hanging on the end of her index finger.