When naive, 19 year old Isaak is brutally dumped by his arrogant boyfriend, Kyle, he's left lost and confused. As he walks home, pondering on his ex's parting words, he walks smack-bang into a post and is saved by an unbelievably attractive blonde...
As I walked home, I couldn't rid my thoughts of Kyle. I kept a steady pace, fists dug into my pockets, back hunched over, head down. If I closed my eyes, all I could see was him, with his custom black hoodie and award-winning grin. His devilish laugh and tall, lean body. His dark hair, mysterious green eyes and gentle, slender hands.
His hands...
I swallowed hard, and squeezed my eyes tight. Go away! I thought. Can't I just get over you?
"Hey!" Came a shout, and I opened my eyes, just before walking straight into a post.
"Oof!" I exclaimed, stumbling back and putting a hand to my bleeding nose. I crouched down, trying to quench the flow of warm blood from my nose by pinching it tight, but the red stuff was already dripping down my face and onto the ground. My forehead and nose ached and I knew that it'd bruise. Goddammit. Now Mum's gonna think I've been in a fight.
"Are you alright?" A guy appeared out of nowhere, and magically pulled some tissues out of his pocket and handed them to me. I looked up at him, and my ability to breathe was ripped away from me. The most hottest, breathtaking, gorgeous, sexy man crouched in front of me, anxiously studying my face. I took the tissues and put them on my nose. I hoped that I could somehow blame my burning cheeks on my embarrassing accident...
I cringed at a sudden influx of pain sabotaging my ability to think. I groaned, cringing. Then... he put his hand on my forehead, cautiously, softly, warmly. The pain seemed to float away at his touch. Wow. This guy is too magical.
"You're probably concussed, hey?" He asked as soft and as warm as his touch.
"Probably." I muttered. He took away his hand and I instantly wished he hadn't. I looked up and almost fainted at his nearness. I felt lightheaded, and sat back onto the ground hard. His thick, dark eyebrows rose in surprise. A strand of bleached blond hair flopped into his blue eyes which watched me with concern.
I've never had such a hot guy watch me so closely.
"Are you dizzy?" He asked.
"Yeah." But I don't think it's concussion.
"Does your head still hurt?"
I shook my head dumbly, staring at him like a lost puppy. "No." I realized I was practically drooling and snapped my mouth shut. Well, I did ask to get over Kyle. This is a good cure.
"How's your nose?"
"Fine. What's you nose?" I mentally slapped myself, and I wished I could see my cheeks. They were probably winning the world record for redness. "I mean name."
The sexy blonde laughed. "My name's Ash. What's yours?"
"Isaak. Are you new around here? I haven't seen you before."
Ash chuckled again. "It's a big town, you might've just not noticed me."
"I think everyone would notice you." I replied before I could think. This time I mentally punched myself. Don't start saying stuff like that! He could be straight!
Thankfully, he just grinned. "Alright then, Isaak. I am new around here. Just came today. Speaking of which, do you reckon you could help me find the hotel? I got lost when I went out this morning."
I think my jaw has lost all it's muscle. I can't seem to shut it. He asked me for directions! To his home! That means I would know where he lives! Suddenly Ash jumps up. "But only if you're feeling okay, I'm sure I can find someone else. You probably want to clean yourself up anyway!"
I slowly stood up. "No, Ash, it's fine, I have all the time in the world. The hotel's on my way home anyway." I wiped my nose, to find it had finished it's bleeding. "Have I still got blood everywhere?""
He nodded grimly.
"Do you mind... if I hop into your place to clean up? Mum would loose it if she sees me like this." I probably sounded like some desperate boy who just broke up with his boyfriend and wanted to hook up with the nearest hot guy. But not true! I honestly just wanted to clean myself up. It's not like I was considering committing everything about Ash, like his room number, the color of his bed sheets, whatever he has hanging around his room, to memory. No way, not me!...
"Uh, sure." He shrugged. "This way? It's where you were walking before." He was pointing directly at the pole which I ran into, with a sly smile on his face.
"Haha. Very funny." I rolled my eyes. "Yes, that way."
Ooooooh! What's gonna happen next, in Ash's hotel room?
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