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I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

I said as I felt tears starting to roll down my cheeks. "Why do you said that?" He asked in a low tone and I felt his breath behind my neck. "Because they don't need me." I said, and having no control over my emotions, I broke down. "Just let it all out, everything is going to be alright." The stranger said as he pulled me to him and I sobbed in his chest, ignoring the reek of alcohol and cigarette on his jacket. ******* "Here we are." Jake, the stranger whom I had met, said as he opened the door to his old rack-shacked apartment.

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

"You don't need to force yourself to tell me anything." "I made a really big mistake last night." Slowly, with her friend's empathy, she mustered the courage to confess what she did. It was indeed a mistake, but she could not deny the fact that it was her decision that caused it to happen. If she had not been impulsive last night, she would not have been in such a dilemma. "We all make mistakes, Vi. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Via hugged Cassie tighter, afraid that her friend would change once she heard what happened. "I slept with a stranger last night."

the stranger's voice was cold and hoarse. Marilyn felt a wave of panic, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Yes, I am. Who are you? Is there something wrong?" She tried to conceal her fear, but her inner turmoil only grew stronger. "I'm here to find Louis," the stranger's tone was blunt. "Do you know where he is?" Marilyn's heart sank; she felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare. She didn't know where Louis was or why this stranger was looking for him. But she knew things were not simple, and she had to protect herself and her family.

The last time a stranger had been welcomed into our midst, it was Selena, and that was a nightmare. “I think you need to leave,” Tyler said, snarling with anger. He was intensely on edge, and I was worried things would turn into a fight. Tyler was going to defend me tooth and nail. “Relax,” the stranger said again, chuckling at our attempts to frighten him. He didn’t sound remotely threatened by Tyler’s anger. Chris looked between the two of them nervously. I know all of us were wondering if this was going to turn into a fight. I really hoped not. This man’s confidence and ease was a little unnerving, “Listen beautiful, what’s your name?”

he suddenly declared as though he knew exactly who he was talking about. “She and her family migrated here in Russia. I believe her father’s stirring up plans to expand his reputation and build the business here.” The assistant looks up. “He can try.” The stranger replied, his eyes glacial and all-knowing. “-He’ll die trying.” The stranger added and looked back at me at the word, “die”. Oh, come the fuck on. By the way, who are they talking about? It’s a girl from Britain? “She’s notorious for wrapping men up in her fingers and pulling intel out of them. Quite the skill, if you ask me. I bet you’d like her on your honeymoon.” The assistant laughed, but it soon died down when the hot stranger

LYDIA POV “We are not strangers,” the girl said immediately. I blinked. She had walked into my hospital room with her brother, both of them staring at me like I had just personally offended them. I looked between the two of them. “Okay.” she continued, pointing at herself with the confidence of someone presenting evidence in court. “According to Oxford’s dictionary definition, a stranger is a person you do not know. And technically, we are no strangers to you, you know? We’ve been around you for at least twelve hours, and you know our names, right?”

I pushed my chair back, heartbeat loud in my ears. “Human? Seriously? That’s your first question after attacking my mouth?” He stepped closer. One slow, confident step. His golden eyes glowed like fire catching light. I stepped back. River kicked my ankle under the table, painfully. Do not challenge him, his eyes screamed. Please do not challenge him. I like being alive. The stranger ignored River completely. His attention stayed glued to me. “You’re interesting,” he said quietly. “But no human smells like that. No human reacts like that when I touch them. So what are you?”