Chapter 3: Cravings Part 1

*Meadow*

Everything was dark at first, but I slowly started to open my eyes and felt them heavy. Where was I?

I heard a man grunt and focused my sight towards the origin of the sound. Now I could see better; I was in a room, a library of some sort, and huge walls of books were the only thing I could see everywhere the light made contact. The fireplace crackled, and I heard another grunt.

"I am finishing Alpha, just one more round." A female voice brought my attention. I tilted my head and noticed I was laying on a big couch. Scratch that, a huge couch; I was sure four more of me could fit in without effort. I looked towards the fireplace and saw the silhouette of a man leaning against a shelf of books next to the fire. A woman was wrapping something around his torso. I blinked a few times and noticed the bandages.

He stiffened and moved his head slightly towards the woman. She finished her attention to his wound then picked his shirt to help him put it back on. Who was He? Why was he hurt? He took it from her hands and shook his head. "That will be all, nurse."

I gasped, his words did something to me; I felt goosebumps on my body, and I shivered. Seconds later I noticed the woman had already left the room quietly and he was not where I saw him last. I lifted my gaze, a little afraid now, and was caught by surprise when he hovered on top of me from behind and laid a warm blanket. His smell, was it his cologne? It was heavenly.

"Hey there." He whispered, and I melted. His voice felt like liquid chocolate covering me. He moved around the couch and sat on the floor near me; his moves were slow, his injuries were probably stopping him from moving better. I opened my mouth to talk but felt it dry, so dry.

"Do you want something to drink?" He spoke to me softly, and I felt how my body reacted to him with more goosebumps. I nodded as he moved a glass of water to me. I still couldn't see his face well, his back was towards the fireplace, causing a dark effect towards his front. When I reached for the glass of water, his fingertips brushed mine, and I almost let the glass fall. I felt as if electricity ran through me. I lowered my gaze while I slowly sat on the comfortable couch; focusing on my shaking hands as I took slow sips of water. He was patient, waiting for me to take my time with the drink. What was happening to me?

"We found you at the cemetery under the rain, I hope you don't mind I took the liberty to bring you with us. I was not sure leaving a defenseless woman under the weather clemencies was proper."

'Oh god just keep talking, please keep talking...' that was all I could think of, his voice made something inside me stir. He was probably expecting a reply, and I don't know when but I had closed my eyes at some point. I struggled to open them again, and I could swear I saw some glow where his eyes should be, I rubbed my eyes, and it was gone.

"Thank you. I must of have fallen asleep. It has been a long, stressing week and I am not at my best." I whispered once I recovered my will. He took a deep breath and nodded. Why was I so drawn and affected by him? I never felt my confidence slip away for anyone before, much less a man, even if I liked him.

The silence felt unnerving, I looked around trying to regain my focus, and I remembered my car. "I should be getting back to the cemetery for my truck," I said nervously, instantly regretting it, I really didn't want to leave him yet, but I had to. This mixed unfamiliar sensation was putting me in a position I wasn't familiar with; I should be scared, alone with a stranger in the middle of who knew where.

Yet I felt safe.