Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 5

"I'll never be more prepared," I replied, perhaps equally worried. 

I had arrived early because I had run out of patience and because every pore in her body was calling me to be with her. Her every breath filled me with desire, even from a distance. Without ever touching her, my body reacted in a way that if at first, I couldn't fully explain it, now I was living it to the fullest. 

"Then let's go to her ward," Declan concluded, heading down the corridor until we reached the front of the room. 

Rebecca's story

I felt like it had been so long since I hadn't been able to use my legs and it was getting frustrating. At least, that's what my doctor told me. I was nevertheless lucky to have stayed alive, but to whom should I thank for this miracle? I should have thanked God for sure. And to the one who, as in a dream, took me in his strong arms and pulled me out of that hell. What Declan, my doctor, told me made me think a lot and worry. I had no recollection of what had happened, but I was told I was with someone else, a man to be exact, but I didn't know what had become of him. I kept thinking that if I was out walking with him at night, we might have a closer relationship. But now I needed to focus on my recovery and why I got attacked in the first place. Because if there was one thing I didn't believe, it was that the attack was random. 

It was still a miracle that I survived the ordeal and that someone was there to save me. But who was it? All I recalled was a pair of powerful arms and an aromatic scent of tobacco and musk. It had to have been a man. I would have to find him and thank him, even if it seemed impossible to move right now.

Lost in thought, I flinched when I heard the door open. It was a strange feeling not seeing the one who had entered. It was very frustrating. Luckily it was my doctor, and as I inhaled with all my being, that musky scent again, and I became increasingly nervous. It was the same one I had carried in my mind since the night of the attack.

"Good morning, Miss Rebecca!" Declan greeted me and I could swear he had a smile on his face, too.

"Good morning, doctor!" I replied, trying to look up a little, but I couldn't see anything under these bandages. Instead, the masculine fragrance of whoever he was with washed over me in a growing surge. 

"How are you feeling today?" he seemed worried, and I heard and felt him approach me. "Today we're going to remove this blindfold." 

I expected that man to come closer. My heart was no longer at my control. It had its own agenda now. Erratic throbbing followed by heavy hyperventilation. The doctor must have seen the problem. "Are you all right, miss? I can ask him to come back later, if it makes you feel uncomfortable!" I didn't like the idea, so I reacted immediately.

"No, Declan, it's alright. I'm fine, it's just... He's so very familiar..." And of course, he was. I was one hundred percent sure he had been the one saving me.

His manly presence invaded my senses the moment he approached me. I was on high alert. I wish I could see him. To be able to gaze into his eyes and thank him for saving me, for giving me back my life. Maybe even hug him, melt into his muscular arms. Because even though I couldn't see him, I could feel his presence. I could sense his manly posture, and the second he was inches from me, I began losing my head. I just wanted to surrender myself into those same strong arms that took me out of the hell I went through, surrendering my entire being to his possession. He was imposing. I just knew he was. His musky fragrance flooded me from the inside out, and all I did was inhale his it, wanting to remember it forever. And then...

"It is so good to finally meet you, Miss and that you are feeling alright!"

His voice, his low, husky voice, soothed my ears. I felt so relaxed by his sweet, gentle voice. Of course, he was happy. He did save me.