Ants & Sprains

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Ellie's POV.

My Grand jeté was perfect like always and with my body in mid-air. I lifted my head to see a man watching me behind the glass walls.

Correction- A Greek God. The guy was fucking gorgeous. What the fuck is model doing at the ballet class?

My body tensed suddenly and legs withdrew at the landing ultimately making me fall down on my ass.
Great. That's how you trip on air.

My leg had a wonderful sprain that I saw after trying to get up. My right feet was all red and blue. I nervously glanced around the room to check if someone had seen me. Thankfully, everyone had left fifteen minutes ago. My eyes were itching to stare at the stranger.

This time he was glaring at me. He muttered something and then entered the room.

Oh God. He has to be the most handsome man on earth, even better than my brother. My heart beat was sky-high this time. He was walking- no wait- gliding towards me. He had this awfully sexy graceful walk.

He stood directly above me and stared at me with those beautiful green eyes.
My stomach was doing  wild flips. He was so fucking tall.
I feel like an ant.

He crouched to my level and silently took my injured feet in his hand.

Is this what heaven feels like?

And then he roughly tilted it at an odd angle making my cry out loudly. Tears were running down my cheeks and blurring my vision. He moved closer to wipe my tears and kissed me gently while I was clutching my feet tightly.

The pain felt nothing. All I could feel was his lips moving on mine. Soft. They were unbelievably soft.

He pulled away after a few seconds and placed a kiss on my forehead.

I kissed a stranger. He didn't feel like a stranger. He could be a terrorist.

But my body betrayed my mind and my hands  curled around his neck.
He smelled so good.
This is what I wanted to do all my life, hug him like it's the end of the world.

He pulled away and gave one last look.
Then, Mr. Sexy disappeared without telling me his damn name.

Something told me that we'll meet again.

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