A Warrior As A Mate

He placed his palms on the wall behind me, trapping me. "Mia."
Why exactly do guys like trapping girls in front of walls, book shelves and doors? I mean do they think it's attractive?
This cave man behaviour of trapping girls against walls must stop. I've made up my mind and he must hear it!
I raised up my head and stared into his gorgeous, melted chocolate eyes and wonderfully sculpted face and told him what was on my mind.
"You're beautiful."
Oh crap! Did I just say that? Please tell me I did not. From the way he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion for a second before titling his lips up in a smirk, I could tell I actually said it out loud.
I mentally face palmed. Gosh, the effect he has on me.
"You're beautiful, it's true. Yes, I saw your face, in a crowded place..." I began to sing, trying miserably to cover up for my faux pas.
He burst out in laughter.
"You don't know the song?" I asked. He must think I'm some weird crazy creature undergoing some terrible experiments.
"I do." He finally said when he stopped laughing. "But guess what I also know?"
"That pigs might actually fly if they're crossbred with a bird?" I asked hopefully.
He leaned down and whispered in my ears, "That you're mine."

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A/N: The story description is in the first chapter :)