If figments of imagination are allowed to talk and know your name, they are definetly now allowed to be able to pick you up.
Because that's what he was doing right now. Picking her up.
It couldn't have been completely her imagination because the shoulders she was clutching at – oh, the shoulders—weren't something she had ever come in contact with.
She couldn't fathom why for the life of her.
She also didn't know the how.
Mouth curling into a pretty frown, she focused her gaze on the red haired- yummy,yummy- man carrying her.
The only thing that would allow him to pick her up was if he was real, or if she was having a hallucination. Actually, scratch the first one- she had to be having a hallucination.
And then the memory jolted her.
Amber eyes.
He had amber eyes. Like the ones she had seen so long ago. He had them.
The delicious looking man had golden eyes.
Scarcely believing herself, she snuck another glance at him only to find him – very much real, and still there- and the amber eyes starign at her in amusement.
He wasn't even watching where he was going. Which appeared to be to her house.
He was standing in her house.
He set Kaoru down gently on the plush sofa and kneeled infront of her, capturing her with his scorching gaze, forcing her to look at him.
Not that he needed to do that. She wouldn't have been able to look away anyway.
"I won't hurt you."
She found herself nodding with his words that were spoken in his velvety voice.
"I just need to hold you."
With that sentence, she suddenly found herself safe in the esconce of his arms, falling asleep with his body heat.
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So, I was reading through this and it makes Kaoru sound kind of slow. Like, she's always been the talker when she's nervous and doesn't seem to be the type to be in shock for so long. I didn't enjoy writing this one and don't think I'll update it again. I had to try and keep the style of the first chapter (that was so long ago) and I don't think I did it well. Whatevs.