Chapter 2 ~ Visual Overload
Sitting up with a gasp, everything comes flooding back to me and I immediately look around, still expecting to be lying on the ground in the U-Haul parking lot. But I wasn’t. My face ached where I got hit and I looked at my surroundings. It seemed like I was in a bedroom. A man’s bedroom if the dark blues of the bed and walls were anything to go off of. Oh no. did that psycho come back for me and bring me home with him?? If he so much as looks at me the wrong way I was going to march up to him and cut off his di—.
A knock on the door to my right pulls me from that train of thought and I break out into a cold sweat. Wait a second. What kind of guy kidnaps someone, then knocks on the door before coming in? wouldn’t they just barge in on me? Before I could try coming up with an answer to that, the door slowly opens and someone steps inside. A male someone. A huge male someone that was definitely not the guy that clocked me in the face with a gun. With the room not having much light, I couldn’t really see any distinctive features, just his outline. He must have sensed that I was weary of not being able to see him because he turned and flipped the light switch to the side of the door.
Wow. I'm pretty sure my jaw drops to floor. If that hit to the face had been enough to kill me, I would have thought this was heaven and him some sort of god to welcome me to the afterlife. Not only was he tall and muscular, but he was one of the most gorgeous guys I had ever seen in my life.
Thick eyelashes framed eyes that were a really interesting mix of brown and green. Dark brown hair that came to the bottom of his ears and was styled to the side. His ears were pierced with black studs. He had full lips that looked just right with his face and were completely kissable. Making my way down his body, I could see he had trees and some kind of birds tattooed from his wrist to his elbow on his right arm. His left arm had some part of a tattoo sticking out from under his sleeve, but I couldn’t really see it. The t-shirt he wore showed muscular arms that were thick like the rest of him. Even his thighs that were encased in jeans looked like he could lift some serious weight. Someone did leg day right. He did every kind of workout day right. Realizing I had been staring at him this whole time, my face grew warm as I looked at his face again. He slipped his hands into his front pockets and cleared his throat.
“I’m glad to see you’re awake. I was coming to check up on you.”
Holy shit. Yeah, I died and this was heaven. His voice was deep and made me think of all the naughty things in life. Clearing my throat this time, I replied to him.
“Um, thanks? I don’t mean to be rude and all, but who are you? Where am I? And how did I get here?” I had to force myself to stop talking otherwise I’d be rambling from nerves. I shifted on the bed so my legs were hanging off the side. Looking up at him, I waited to hear what he had to say.
“Right! I’m sorry I didn’t start off with that. I’m Braxton and this is my house. After that asshole hit you and took off, I ran over to check on you. I just moved in, so I was returning the trailer I was using when I saw what happened. I called the police and told them everything I saw. You’ll probably want to go to the station to file a report so the cops can be on the lookout for the guy. This is a shitty situation and you seem like a good person. You didn’t deserve to have this happen to you.”
As he said that last part, the vein in his neck beat wildly, like his heart was racing. And not in a good way. He looked downright pissed.
“I’m sorry if I caused you any inconvenience. I wouldn’t have expected for anyone to do all that you did for a stranger. I really appreciate your help and everything. Although, I still don’t understand why you wouldn’t just call an ambulance or take me to the hospital. I mean, I did get hit in the face with a gun and collapsed to the ground. Shouldn’t I get looked at by a professional? And I still don’t know where we are. It’s not like I know where you live."
He stepped closer, put himself in front of me and squatted down so we were at eye level with each other. His gaze had swept over my face and lingered on my cheek, I was guessing I had a bruise by the feel of it. His eyes held such an intense stare that I parted my lips ever so slightly and darted my tongue out to wet them. When I did, he zeroed in on the movement before moving to look into my eyes. His were mixed with brown and green, it was like looking at a pine forest with some flecks of darker green around the iris. After licking my lips, I noticed they had darken.
“I brought you here because I’m a paramedic (hot). I figured I could save you and your insurance some of the hassle by just looking you over myself (considerate and sweet) and I live on the corner of Hazel Ave and Evergreen Dr. I’m your new neighbor.”
Well, fuck me.
"Neighbor?" I could feel my heart start to race and my go big. I'm in big trouble with a capital "T" if he's my neighbor. He seems my reaction and takes a small step back with his hand up as if I'm a skittish animal.