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I curled further into the comforting warmth of the body that held me. I could stay here forever. My eyes shot open in alarm. Body!? Feeling my sudden jolt the arms tensed around me. I pulled my head away from where it rested and tried to focus on the face in front of me. I seemed to have a habit of waking up in strange places. Fierce green eyes looked down at me. The man. The man who supposedly took care of me after I 'fell.' The man who had a blood-covered knife! I jolted again and this time I attempted to pry myself away from him. Even though a small part of me liked the way he held me. 

"Hey. Hey, calm down. You passed out so I brought you to the couch." I looked down and indeed we were on the couch. 

"Well, t-that doesn't explain why you didn't just set me down." I said defiantly. He sighed in exasperation. 

"Trust me, I tried, but you wouldn't let go of me." I stared at him for a few seconds before muttering quietly to myself. 

"I wouldn't let go?" My cheeks heated in embarrassment. This is so awkward! 

"W-well, you can let go of me now." I told him quietly as I avoided eye contact. His eyebrows raised at this. 

"You sure? I don't want you toppling over. Again." 

"Yeah, let me go." I demanded. He stared at me for a few moments as if making sure I wouldn't wilt like a flower. 

"Alright." He agreed. Suddenly, I remembered the reason why I had fainted in the first place. I grabbed his arm as he stood up from the couch. 

"Wait!" He turned back to me, confusion and annoyance etched onto his perfect face. Damn his handsomeness. 

"What?" He snapped. His tiny glare was enough to make me anxious. What if he wanted to slice me up into bits with his knife?

"I-I was just wondering why you had a bl-bloody knife?" His irritated gaze turned befuddled. 

"Bloody?" He asked incredulously. Before I could explain further, realization dawned on his face and an amused smile tugged at his lips.   

"What?" I asked, my anxiety only worsening. 

"I was cutting you some strawberries, I thought it would help your appetite." Suddenly, my anxiety felt silly. He was cutting strawberries for me? He could see the question on my face. 

"When I was a kid, I loved to eat strawberries. So, when I was sick and didn't have an appetite, my mother would cut me some strawberries." His eyes were filled with past memories and a gentle smile rested on his face. I didn't know who this guy was but he seemed pretty sweet. At least, once you got past his surliness. 

"What's your name?" He snapped his attention away from his nostalgia and gazed down at me. He flashed another devilishly handsome smirk at me. 

"You can call me NiKo."