His Goddess

"Are you ok" I said in a soft voice and proud I didn't squeak.

Of course his not stupid, his bleeding duh. My logical self said making me roll my eyes but before I can think about anything else, the men grunt and lifted his head.

Despite his swollen left eye he did have pretty eyes. It looks brown at first but if you look closer he had spots of green around the pupil and depending on how the sun hits them, they show flecks of gold. I got lost in those pretty hazel eyes. They widen a fraction upon seeing me but didn't show much, I could tell he was trying his best to hide his emotion and pain.

I blinked a couple of times, getting out of the daze his eyes put me through and gave him a small smile.

"Your bleeding but alive, so that means your gonna be ok" I kneel down in front of him with out breaking contact. He doesn't seem dangerous but I'll still keep my guard up. His eyes soften, looking at every inch of my face, like his trying to memorize it then went back to my eyes.

"Oh here" I said pulling one of my wash cloths got from work out of my mail man bag. It's not girly but it works. I wet the cloth with a bottle of water I also pulled out and put the water back in my bag. Looking up to him, I reach my hand out with the wet cloth and slightly touch a cut on his temple, he wrench in pain but never took his eyes of me. Hissing in pain i stopped cleaning his temple.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to hurt you" I said pulling my hand away, but he immediately grabbed my hand putting it back on his temple. His hand was big and warm, very warm compared to my cold ones, I almost sigh in contempt until he spoke.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that bad моя богиня " he said in a deep sexy accent. Now that I could get use to but what did he say, I hope he wasn't calling me names like stupid or naive. I frown at the unknown name and gave him a questioning look but he didn't answer.

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