As Elle opened her eyes. She there saw a man standing beside her hospital bed talking on the phone.
She carefully studied the man before her, trying to figure out his identity.
'He seems to be two or three years older than me, and tall at least six-foot-three, and built like an action figure: broad, muscular shoulders, with fair skin, black, curly hair and eyes so brown they're almost black.'
It was those eyes that captured her attention more than anything. 'He has the same eyes as my father; that kind of eyes that are full of warmth and gentleness.
"Stop it. Why did I suddenly remember my father?" she uttered to herself.
His voice was naturally deep, and when he spoke, each word seemed to rumble with spoken confidence. She guessed that he was no ordinary man.
Erick turned around as he felt like someone staring at him intently, he looked toward Elle's direction and he caught her looking at him, skimming him from head to toe.
