Still feeling a bit violated I keep my arms over my breasts I don't dare move from my spot. But that didn't stop him from coming further into the room. Like a statue I just watched helplessly as he came closer to me, stopping only when he reached the space behind the couch. Now that he was closer I could see how tall he was. I am a solid 5'6" and he towered over me but a good head and a half. Out of pure curiosity I asked,
" So... sir, How tall are you?" to my chagrin I blushed slightly for just blurting out my question and averted my gaze.
With a bit of a confused look on his face he said, "Sir? I'm Zach, and I'm about 195 centimeters not that has to do with anything. What are you? 165 to....167 centimeters?"
Crap, I know I should been listening when they were trying to teach us the metric system. So I just nodded in agreement and lowered my arms while in deep thought. Then looked at him again, examining the details of his appearance. Aside from being tall, he had perfectly cropped blonde hair with a part down one side. The wearing a very well tailored pale slate grey dress shirt. A very ornate but small belt on a very dark black trousers. And a very well made matching black suit coat with a silver handkerchief in the front pocket.
He noticed that I was inspecting him and tugged on his collar to straighten it. Then moved to the good sized book case behind the couch.
" You'll be expected to give a speech tomorrow at 10 am. And someone is thrilled to see you again." he said and gave me a confused look when he turned around.
That's when I realized that I was making the same face. I look down out of embarrassment, I could feel the heat rising in the room. But I really had no idea what he was even talking about. Lost in thought just knowing that I am missing something. He walked back over to me and this time he had a worried look on his face.
" I was so sure when your memory started to resurface in your dream that it was time!" The man muttered under his breath and looked at the floor. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants.
At that moment Jasper got up and bumped my hand with his nose . I instinctively stretch out my fingers and scratch the top of his head. The heat from Jasper's nose warmed my hip as he pressed it into my clothes. At this point I remembered that I haven't introduced myself. I panicked and immediately felt like a horrible guest.
" I uh, m-my name is Trys....." He held up his hand .
" Trysli , I know. And the fact that you don't even remember my name is evidence enough." He said in a bit of a sad tone while walking around the couch.
Confused by his sudden approach all I could do was face him. Jake then stopped in front of me and moved a lock of my amber hair behind my ear while placing his hand on the back of my neck. I instinctively try to take a step back and he responded by placing a hand on the small of my back pulling me close. This is when I could see the true color of his almost violet eyes.
" Jake, what are..." My sentence was cut off by his lips being oh so gently on mine. And all can hear is a rush of water increasing in intensity. It thundered in my ears like a great flood and menacingly. Then my arms flung up to grip his shoulders. It stopped ,and I began to shake while trying to push him off. He felt me start to squirm and let go and took a step back.
He saw how badly I began to try tremble and immediately had a look of regret on his face. I was in tears and started to hold my head exhaling raggedy. My vision began to blur with the rate of tears flowing from my eyes.
" What did you do? " I stumbled backwards, Jake lunged forward and caught me as my body went limp. The table next to the couch was knocked over and the glass bowl shattered on the floor. And then black again as I became unconscious again.