12 FORMER
PART. 3 HEROES ... YES HE IS MY HERO
The night is getting late, it looks like I just turned – just turn from earlier.
Am I lost? Oh, naw! What I should do.
There's no one I can ask (i) here, because there's not a single creature I can meet anyway I don't understand their language either.
Celingak – celinguk looking for the figure of the man who had been with me earlier. Hopefully he hasn't gone far. No one behind. The feathers of kudukku bristles.
I'm alone! No one – who is here.
“Hei, beauty! Where do you go. Lets drink.” A drunk man walked towards me.
I dodged, retreated, turned around and took quick steps.
GRABS!
His hand gripped, pulling me firmly until the tip of my nose hit his chest hard.
Auchs!
I looked up, glancing at who was pulling me forcibly. This man …
Right at the moment I intend to push his chest, arrived – arrived ...
PRAKKK!
The spark of broken glass was thrown almost at the temple as the burly arm in front of my eyes held it, blocking the impact of the drink bottle that floated right at me. Next to his hand was protecting me, clutching me with his big palm.
The drunk then slumped backwards, unconscious when the man's leg kick hit right around the stomach. My hands and all over my body began to tremble, terrified.
“Are you okay – what?” said this man checking my condition without caring about his injured arm covered in blood. Grasping the back of my hand with a grimacing look of pain.
I put myself to touch his badly injured arm. Nyengir – grinned himself, as if he also felt the pain of scratches on the skin of his open arm. Iiiiu …
He immediately took his arm away from me. “Do not see!"
"But your wound ..."
"I'm good – is fine. The important thing is that you're not hurt.”
Is he really helping me?
“Come, back to the hotel! Let me treat your wound. I brought a P3K box in the bag,” my advice tells.
“Wait! Aren't you afraid of me?” tease him with a shady look.
I pinched his shoulder, right at the top of his arm wound.
“AKH! Aaa …. You're this. Pain ...” his screams clear – clear pain.
Arrived – without being told I grabbed the arm, landed a gentle kiss on the shoulder, the pinch of my hand.
Hey, what's wrong with me?
I gasped, aware of the reaction I was causing, bowed deeply with a flushed red face. “NgG, sorry. I ...” I said unfinished when one of his hands grabbed my waist, hugging me in his arms. “A .. I already have a boyfriend,” I said stumbled. Out without reason to dismantle the status of self.
Our two eyeballs exchanged glances, one of his wounded hands breezed freely, infiltrating the nape. Moving closer just a few inches from my pretty face, her lips touched my cheeks as I turned my face to the side.
Eits, it's true! He tried to kiss me.
The reflex poked my lips inward, realizing the rejection I was showing. “Sorry. I ... carried away feeling,” he said regretfully, holding a shy face while cheering away.
Realizing something was left behind, he turned around to hook my wrist. “Come home! Even dumbly,” invited him to flick the tip of my nose with his long fingertips, showing off a row of white teeth.
Fingers – big fingers and warm holding the back of my hand tightly. Walking in tandem equates the footsteps down a sharply winding path and several steps.
From behind I looked happy, wide back perfect with the shape of the shoulder field. Very able to make my chest pounding dag dig dug deg dog.
He wanted to hug himself from behind. Hug!
Holy hooch! Nesya Conscious.
Kuremas shirt chest, hoping this heartbeat is not heard by him.
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