The Daydream

I blinked a few times just to check if I am not just seeing things. 

Could it really be…

"Doom?" I blurted out suddenly. 

I covered my mouth, as an instinctive response.

I was hesitant to approach him because it seems to me that he was resting.

 I don't want to disturb him. 

I heaved a deep sigh as I stepped back and started retreating from my position.

I gave a glance for one last time, but I was frozen on the spot and stared with wide eyes to find out that Doom was not there anymore.

Where could he possibly go? 

I tilted my head side by side to check the surroundings.

Did I wake him up? Was I too loud?

"Looking for me?" someone spoke coldly behind my back as a hand tapped my shoulder.

I jolted in response due to my reflexes as I gasped looking back at who it was.

 I was surprised by his sudden appearance.

I almost had a mini heart attack!

"H-hi?" I stuttered in reply and gave him an awkward smile.

"How did you know my name?" he asked as he moved his head closer to me.

He looked at me with suspicion in his eyes which made his forehead creased, but I can't deny the fact that he is deadly gorgeous.

I was about to move backward, but due to my clumsiness, I slipped as I briskly stepped on the dried leaves and twigs scattered on the ground.

I shut my eyes tightly waiting for me to fall and hit the ground, but I was taken aback when I felt that I was suspended and frozen in my falling position.

I opened my eyes instantly as I felt his cold hands wrapped around my waist, and pulled me closer towards his body.

Due to our foreheads, almost touching, I was able to memorize his features in a close-up view.

His face seemed to be carved, like the sculptor's life was devoted to his face. His eyes are glistening as two crimson gems dipped in milky pools, and lips that are firmly closed under a pointed nose like a well-polished arrowhead. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow, and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.

This man in front of me was perfection itself. He almost took my breath away.

My face heated upon the realization that hit me that I was stupidly gawking at his face for a long time. I avoided his gaze and turned my face away due to embarrassment.

In my peripheral vision, I saw his lips curved into a smirk as he scooped me in one swift, and carried me in bridal style.

He gently puts me down on the same spot he was resting earlier and made me lean comfortably at the bark of the tree.

He knelt his one knee on the ground. He cornered me as he placed his palm on the tree just above my head, and whispered, "How did you know my name?"

 His minty breath and intoxicating scent evocatively invaded my whole being. It made me remember clearly the past that my mind was trying so hard to forget.

I can feel the heat burning at the back of my eyes.

Darn it.

I was not usually this vulnerable especially not in front of other people. 

However, the emotions were too overwhelming that I could not contain them any longer.

 His gazes were intently staring right through my eyes. 

Tears started to pool at the corner of my irises, so I had no choice but to look away.

I sniffed lightly to prevent it from cascading to my cheeks.

As a treacherous tear escaped from my right eye, I felt his cold fingers wiped it gently.

He held my chin and lifted it with one finger making me face him as his stoic expression softened a little for a brief moment.

"Lily, I did not intend to scare you. I was just curious about how you knew my name," he explained monotonously as he slowly released my chin.

"You saved me before when I was kidnapped. You told me your name," I replied, slightly embarrassed to look at him in the eye.

"Did I?" he faintly asked.

"W-wait, you knew my name?" I uttered in surprise as I later realized that he also knew my name.

"I wondered just the same," he replied nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?" I asked looking confused, "Did you have amnesia that's why you forgot that you told me your name?"

Without any word he lifted me again from the ground and carried me in a bridal style.

"Let me take you home, instead. Close your eyes, it will be just quick."

"You knew my address?" I asked curiously lifting one of my brows to tease him.

If he was just not my savior, I would suspiciously accuse of him as a stalker.

A drop-dead gorgeous stalker if that's the case.

 I giggled in my thought.

"Where do you live?" he asked still in a calm tone, but I knew I caught him off guard.

"The black and white mansion of Emerson Residences at Rosa Valley," I responded.

"Alright. Hold on tight and close your eyes," he whispered under his breath.

"Wait, when will I see you again?" I tightened my grip on his neck.

He paused for a while, and murmured, "Soon."

As I opened my eyes, I found myself on my bed.

Did I fall asleep during our trip?

"Butler Wong?" I called for my butler as I stood up, and went downstairs.

"I'm here, my lady," he answered in quick response.

"How did I get in here? Where is the guy who brought me here? Did he leave already?" I asked one question after another.

"My lady, I think you need some more rest. You must have been suffering from too much fatigue that you were seeing things." He looked at me with concern.

"Seeing things? What do you mean?"