Chapter 8: The Escape

I sat down on the floor, trying to think of an escape plan.

"How the hell are we going to get out?!" I shouted after some time. I was frustrated because the damned organisation was so well guarded that it was impossible to escape without getting caught. I snarled and jumped up, clutching my head with my hands. Impossible!

"I can help you." He said from behind me. I groaned and turned to face him.

He was fresh out of a shower, wet hair slicked back and a few locks curling at his neck, enticingly. He was wearing one of my oversized sweatshirts which was too tight for him, molding to his abs and his chest like second skin. His features were sharp, his nose straight and his eyebrows arched. His lips were slightly thin at the edges and it made him look too damn handsome and not to mention those gray orbs. He blinked and I realized that I was staring.

"Uh.. what did you say?" I asked, trying hard not to cringe because of how breathless I sounded.

"I can take us out of here." He said, h