AGAIN (Underground Flames)

Chapter Three

(Flashback continued...)

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My initial instinct was to run for the door but when I reached it, my conscience triggered.

You can't just leave him, Dale.

If he did die, I wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of my life.

While manifesting that some fairy would grant my kind heart wishes, I went back. And trembled at the sight of a man lying on the cold tiled floor.

I placed my toiletries beside the sink and slowly bent over to look for signs of blood or wound, or anything that would make him extinct. I saw none.

His face, however, burned red and his brown hair was soaked in either sweat or water.

I stepped closer and poked him on the leg using my foot.

He didn't move, but I knew he wasn't dead. His hard chest was moving as he breathed.

His hard... hard chest.

I mentally slapped myself as I thought of that.

I moved to the other side of his body and noticed some tattoos on his upper arm, hard and muscular arm.

Everything looked hard.

I fought the urge to examine if that one part of his body was also hard.

Ugh! Hormones.

I couldn't believe I was actually ogling at the guy.

Contrasting the hard features, his face was so peaceful, like any normal human sleeping on his bed, with a partly opened mouth.

I didn't know what else to do. I needed to wake him up before I could lose control and jump at him.

Ha! Where do these perverted thoughts come from?

I tiptoed making sure not to step on him and reached to turn the shower on.

I stepped back as it drizzled over his face.

If this guy moves, I'm outta here.

I kept looking to and from the man then to the door and back, estimating the distance. I was preparing to run for my life.

Seconds later, there's my cue.

"What the hell?!!" The peaceful, innocent image distorted. The naked man rose up from the grave like a zombie.

But my plan to run away didn't succeed. I was stunned. I couldn't even move one step.

His angry eyes found me.

I knew I only had a few seconds to live.

I tried to voice out something but my tongue was in a knot. All I could see was his-- amazing eyes.

They were in shades of blue and gray. I drowned in the most beautiful colors I'd ever seen.

"Hey! What are you looking at, bitch?!" He snapped at me and my soul returned to my physical body.

Did he just call me a bitch?

"Watch your mouth mister!" I shouted back as I clenched my teeth in anger. He didn't even know me and he's calling me names.

He reached to turn off the shower and wiped his face with his hands. He stroked the strands of hair covering his forehead and I mentally slapped my face for having an idea of how hot he was.