He leaned closer to me, so close that we were only inches apart in a way that I could even feel his warm breath tickling softly on my face, and I took a big step backwards away from him, I wanted to run, but I couldn't, I felt like a bunny being trapped, and he was the lion. "You owe me," the three words hung in between the silence while he stared at me with his dark pools as if he was looking through me while my heart was pounding like a madman, my mind was a total blank paper. "What do you want from me?" he casually tossed his raven black hair with a smirk playing on his lips almost as if he found this situation in some way amusing. "I want you to marry me . . ." WHAT!? I'm just a college student, studying art, so why am I in this weird situation!? Actually, it all started a few hours ago . . . Story/plot: not owned by me.