Daña

Chapter 4 - Meeting the Intruder aka Spanish Exchange Student?

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Yep... I'm a goner.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

I could ask you the same thing.

That is what I wish I could say, but my mouth only opened and closed like a fish. No sound came out whatsoever.

He moved his hand that was on my hip to the small of my back, pressing me closer, if that was even possible, and cupped my cheek with the hand that was on my neck. "It's ok."

I've never fought an urge so hard as when I tried not to lean into his hand. But, like with most fights I've fought, I didn't win. I hummed in content and my eyes fluttered closed as his rough palm caressed my face. Wait a second...in content??

My eyes snapped open and I tried to push the man away from me. He didn't even budge; his arms were like steel around my body. I didn't know whether to stop and squeeze his muscles appreciatively or to start hyperventilating from claustrophobia. Wait... I never want to "squeeze" muscles either. Omfg.

So, I pushed again with all my might and I think he got the message because he reluctantly let me go and backed away slowly with his hands up like he was facing an aggressive or scared animal. I guess one of those is true...

I hugged my arms around myself and backed away, too, at least until my back hit the edge of the island. He kept backing away with his hands up until he got to the light switch on the wall behind him and flicked it on. I winced when the light hit my eyes, but it didn't take long for my eyes to adjust; boy... the view was a hell of a lot better when the light was on.

He was wearing nearly new, brown boots, then my eyes moved up his strong, long legs adorned in straight distressed jeans. The black t-shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide his well defined torso. The muscles of his arms were just as defined and strong; he could probably snap me in half if he wanted to.

Damn, this guy is tall. 6'4'' at least.

My eyes moved again up his chest to his strong neck and face. His lips were slightly plump and an ashy pink color, but not girly in any way, shape, or form. His nose was straight, cheekbones mildly sharp, and his eyes were the most alluring color of caramel brown I had ever seen. But weren't they just a bright ass amber? Look at me. I'm cursing at myself in my thoughts. I'm going crazy.

"What is your name?" He tried a different question this time.

I hesitated a little before I let my mouth form the words. "My name is Dañada. Everyone calls me Daña."

He closed his eyes and released a deep breath. He didn't make any move to move toward me at all from his spot next to the switch; though, it looked like he wanted to. His hands were knotted together and hanging loosely in front of him. His thumbs were twitching like they were twirling around each other. When his eyes opened again, they were glowing amber just before they faded back to their sweet caramel.

I gulped.

"That's a beautiful name," he commented. His eyes were so intense on mine; it was uncanny.

"Thank you," I mumbled, my eyes dropping to the tile.

I couldn't stand still anymore; it was like my brain was at war with itself. I wanted to run, but a feeling inside me kept me rooted to my spot. I settled for shuffling my weight from foot to foot.