CHAPTER 2

Jane point of view

Drowning in my thoughts I was not paying attention to where I was going. I felt my foot stepping down from the curb but never made it. I felt someone yank me back and I immediately thought that person must be strong because I am no light weight. My body connects with a strong, hard body and that's when I looked up to find the windows of a speeding bus just a yard from my face. In the safety of the strangers arms I watched as the windows passed by. I felt our bodies sway at the force of the bus passing. when it passed completely I stood there in the security of those firm arms shaking.

If he were to let go just then I don't think I would be able to stand. My mind screamed out at me that I almost died. my teeth chattered uncontrollably with shock of it all as it reminded me of my accident with Chris. The terror of my past came over me and I felt cold. I felt his tense body relax a bit behind me. the warmth of his body seeping into mine as we stood there silently. It felt like we stood there for hours before he began to withdraw. he turn me around in his arms and I allowed myself to be turned to see the man who saved my life.

I peeked at his face, he had a pleasant smile. he had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were mesmerizing deep brown. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His perfect lips ripe for kissing. His strong hands slightly rough from working, held mine as he stared deep into my eyes.

I lowered my face down feeling ashamed and still shaking, thinking to myself what will a man like that want with a girl like me. Chris' words of insults wash over me and here I was again being held captive by my past, the one I tried so hard to escape.. 'Dammit Jane! pull yourself together' . One of his hands slid down my shoulder, to my upper back as if he was waiting for something. he then put his finger up under my chin. he pulled my face up. My eyes met with his. My stomach knotted up and my mouth went dry. His sexy brown eyes were accentuated by thick long lashes. I immediately got nervous so I went into flight mode. "umm...Thank you for...umm saving my life..." I backed up feeling a little overwhelmed by his closeness. he smells so good. I stepped to the side my cheeks pink with embarrassment , "thanks again" a nervous laugh escape my lips. His eyes bore into mine and not wanting to seem afraid I stared right back.

He finally spoke" are you okay?" He asks the question smoothly, the baritone of his voice reverberating. It was a voice that sinks in as it wraps you up. Yet, vibrating with power and command. I took a deep breath and relax. I let my eyes show my deepest appreciation for his help." I guess I have been here too long" I heard myself chuckle with nervousness. He noticed my unease. "where you headed ? Maybe I can give you a lift" my eyes opened in shock "oh..well...well um thanks but it's okay. I am just going to the coffee shop across the street" He was still looking at me so I said a quick thank you again and scurried across the street. On the other side I looked back briefly to see him still staring at me. He was so tall I could still make him out as I turned into the coffee shop.

Stranger's Point of view

I watched her turned into the coffee shop. She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her warm beige skin was completely flawless. I doubt she used face masks or expensive products. she seemed all about simplicity. Perhaps that is why her skin glowed so much, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features. I kicked myself for not getting at least her name. I groaned inwardly. I only intended to just help the woman who clearly wasn't paying attention. The moment her soft supple curves mashed into my male parts from the force of pulling her back I couldn't think straight. I turn her around and she looked at me with those big mahogany brown eyes. I could sense her fear and nervousness. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. As I looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear of her life. She would not let the what was haunting her break her. She clung to it with passion.

My manhood was still at attention thinking about her. I looked up again as if she was right in front of me, then I proceeded towards my truck. I got in and thought to myself 'why didn't I asked for her name. No sense in pouting over it'. I started my truck put it in gear and headed down the street. I could still smell her around me, It was very distracting. Maybe I have been single way too long, I had to focus, but I was held captive by her innocent face, I tried to shift my focus and shuffle her off to the back of my mind. I need to be mentally ready for work today. I stilled my mind and began to focus at the task at hand but in the way back of my mind she was still lingering there.

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