Goodnight, my angel

the stranger

When I fluttered open my eyes I couldn't see. It's like I'd gone blind! I brought my arms up quickly, to quickly; I bashed my elbow off what felt like a large wooden bedside table.

"OWW!" I screeched. Finally gaining my eye sight.

"Calm down," a male voice soothed. Me touched my arm rubbing it softly. I twitched my head my head around that grab the neckline of his shirt  but when I tried I grabbed nothing. At first thinking to beat his face into a pulp because of how pervy he was being for these reasons:      1. Chasing me                                                                                                                                            2. Brining me back to what looked like his bedroom and                                                                   3. Not having his shirt on.    

But I didn't for this reasons:                                                                                                                      1. Being close to my age                                                                                                                        2. Keeping me warm and                                                                                                                      3. He looked totally hot with out his shirt on

What? I'm human! Sometimes my mind gets destructive of how beautiful something is! Remember that time where you were at that table having that important conversation and then you saw that butterfly and you just kinda drifted off? He was my butterfly. He had steamy brown eyes that matched his creamy brown hair that looked like waves on a windy day. And his chest.... drool, his chest was bond by well earned muscle.

"Hello?" he jumped in waving his nicely tanned hand in front of me.

"What?..." I stuttered pulling myself up and removing my hand from thin air (yeah it was still there from when I tried to grab his invisible shirt) and scanning his room. "Who are you? and why have you held me captive?" I questioned holding up my hands to look like a gun and slowly standing on the bed of my hot kidnapper. He looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "Really?" he asked.

"Yes really!" I held the hand gun (see what I did there?) to his head.

"Oh sorry. Hello.... I'm Alex," he started holding out his hand. When I didn't move he replaced it back down by his side. "And I saw those girls harassing you. I was just going to see if you were okay. Then you passed out and I wasn't going to just leave you there so I carried you back here," he finished.

"Did you..?" I paused "Do anything with me?" I asked.

"Well I was going to but then you woke up." He looked at me with a serious look on is face. My eyes widened and my mouth opened as I backed up against the wall. He followed. When he got to me he ran his fingers though my wavy hair curling it between them. I shut my eyes fearing the worst then I heard him back up when I opened my eyes I saw him bent over nearly exploding with laughter "you should have seen the look on your face!" he chuckled whipping tears of enjoyment from his eyes.

"Haha. Very funny," I said in an unamused voice, staring at him blankly.

"Don't worry I never touched you anywhere bad!" he exclaimed.

"But you touched me!" I stomped along the floor towards him leaning closer and closer to his face. I brought my hand up to his check. He leered down pressing my against him. He was so close I could feel his breath panting against my face and then.....SLAP!