Her soul

Chapter 3

I jump back as fast as I can and start screaming bloody murder. "You... Statue... Alive... Speak!" I stammer out intelligently.

"I am pleased to hear my fated one is well spoken" the once-statue-now-very-alive hunk said sarcastically as he sat up.

I was too shocked to even be mad. This once very attractive statue was now a very attractive man. He was tan with rippling muscles. A broad tan chest and broader tanner shoulders, he was all hard muscle, and also shirtless. Even in shock I started to drool all over him.

He cleared his throat making my eyes shoot up to his face. As a breathing human male his face was even more attractive. The strong jawline I thought was swoon worthy as a statue was straight up jaw dropping now. "Ugh now is not the time to be making puns" I think to myself.

"Speechless fated one?" Mc-hottie asked me.

I couldn't think of anything to say, I was too busy melting at his deep irish voice. Could people die of pleasure from someone's voice? Because if so I was on death's door. I continued to drool with no shame before his voice once again interrupted my thoughts.

Well, it was actually his laugh. This time I didn't just die, I went weak in the knees, and would have collapsed if not for mc-hottie catching me. I was in a daze. My senses were in overload, taking too much information in at once. He smelled devine. It was like an old spice cologne, my one weakness in life, and what I imagine a forest would smell like.

And then there was his muscles. They were nice to look at, sure. But actually feeling them on my body? My soul had left my body and gone to heaven. Was he flexing? There's no way he had this much muscle.

Then the unthinkable happened. I let out the most guttural moan I had ever released in my life. That snapped me right out of whatever trance this tempter had put me in.

I jumped out of his lap so quick, that his arms slid right off my body in surprise. I took a few steps back before speaking.

"What the heck is this? Are you some kind of demon? Putting me under a spell? I am so out of here." I snapped at him, before quickly turning on my heel.

Before I could even take one step, Mc-hottie was right in front of me. He didn't seem upset, even letting out a chuckle. Unfortunately for him I WAS mad. He was in the way and I was totally done with this day! I was gonna find my car and get the hell out of this forest before something else crazy happened.

"Listen mc-hottie, I've had it up to here today" I said gesturing as high as my hand would go, "I suggest you get out of my way before I have to make you incapable of having children."

He just laughed again. "Mc-hottie?" He questioned in his deep irish voice.

I had to keep myself from swooning again.

"Yeah, you know, Mc-hottie, hottie mc-thottie, hottie with a body. The ush."

He didn't look like he exactly understood what I said. I didn't really care, he was still in my way.

"Listen bud, this has been fun and all but my day wasn't supposed to include me waking sleeping stoney from his slumber. Good day sir." I said, trying to push past the giant.

He didn't budge. I tried walking around him. He moved in my way once again. I growled, but before I could say anything I found myself lifted in the air and over his shoulder.

I was outraged.

" Listen you stupid dumb ogre! Put me down right now! If you kidnap me I'll have lots of people out looking for me!" I lied. The silent jerk just kept walking. I tried threatening him some more but it didn't affect him. So I tried bargaining.

"Ok, look. If you put me down I won't ever speak of this to anyone. I dont have anyone to tell unless you count my little sister but I can't even talk to her anymore so you don't have to be worried about being arrested." I pleaded.

The jerk finally spoke, "I thought you said there would be lot's of people out looking for you."

I groaned. This man had caught me right in my lies. I let out another grouchy noise before deciding talking to him was a waste of my time. The jerk deserved the silent treatment.

We traveled in silence for a while. Me just hanging over his shoulder, before I spoke up again.

"Listen, uh, your shoulder isn't the most comfortable way I've ever traveled. It's really digging into my stomach, you don't want me to get sick on you right?" I told him. His shoulder really was hurting my stomach, but I was actually hoping he would let me walk so I could attempt to escape.

I felt a swift motion. Yes! He was letting me down. Except I stopped halfway down his torso. I was now being cradled in his arms like a freaking child.

"Uh, this really isn't what I meant." I fumed.

He let out a huff that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

"Oh you think this is funny do you? I revoke the title of mc-hottie! You are seriously a freaking ogre. And not like shrek either! At least he has some redeemable qualities." I ranted. His face gave away nothing. It was my turn to huff, only mine was angry.

I was once again giving him the silent treatment. I hated to admit it, but his arms were very comfortable. I could feel his arm muscle ripple as he walked, and his body was very warm. I could feel myself start to drift off. I fought it but eventually my body won and I was fast asleep.

I was drowsily awoken to being laid on a bed. I couldn't figure out where I was or how I got here. I barely remember the stoney figure I had awoken. I felt him close by and I was so sleepy I couldn't control the question that came out of my mouth.

"What's your name?" I barely got out.

I hadn't expected him to respond, but to my surprise he did.

"Ferrall"

Quarantine is kind of kicking me in the butt and I couldn't figure out how to write this chapter so it kind of feels like a filler. But we are getting to the good stuff soon!