Where were you hiding, huh?

That chiseled face, straight and proud nose, perfect jawline, full lips slightly open and breathing ragged. Her heat beats started to increase and she was afraid, it was beating so loudly, that he would hear it. She knew that if he was with Brandon he could be an enemy. He could also be just an acquaintance though. But they seemed so close to each other. And now, she couldn't stop herself from falling for this mysterious man. The man who was associated with her enemy, his relation with Brandon unknown. But still, she couldn't refrain from admiring him. His perfectly tanned face, those eyelashes, his eyes. She realized she had not seen his eyes properly. His chocolate brown eyes were the most beautiful shade Zsadin had ever seen. She was losing her senses, that fragrance assaulting her nose wildly. He gazed at her, his eyes unreadable.

"Where were you hiding, huh? I turned the world upside down to find you and don't even know your name!", his breaths steadied out and her combed her hairs with his fingers sending shivers down her spine. Her soft body pressed against him was the only thing he was thinking of for the last few days. That familiar, intriguing strawberry like smell filling his nose, his mind imagining unholy scenarios.

"Z...Zsa..Zsadin.....is....m...my name. And yours?"

"Caleb", he bent and whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck. A deep shade of red started spreading from her neck and crawled up to her cheeks. She looked so innocent that he wanted to hide her, away from this selfish and mean world. And suddenly, an urge rose within him. He decided that no matter who she is, he will always protect her.

He bent once again and pecked those shivering lips, controlling himself to a great extent, while Zsadin stood shocked as to what had happened. She gazed at him with such confused eyes that he pressed her once again in his embrace, amused.

He felt as if he had gained the world. As if he was the happiest man on earth. But soon, Zsadin shook out of her reverie and struggled to squirm out of his embrace. But he didn't even flinch. Finally, Zsadin did what she could do in this situation, she tried to reason it out.

"I...um...I have an injury on my arm, release me!", and as soon as he loosened his grip, she noticed something wet trickling down from his arm to her side. Touching through his arm, she realized that he was injured.

"You are bleeding!"