"And what's my type?" I take more steps back.
"The muscular, handsome and tall type." Taking three strides forward, he caught me off guard, and I fell on the cushion, in surprise.
He didn't stop, he joined me at the cushion, and caged me in. A sadistic smirk was on his face.
The fall, and his proximity, caused me to expel air from my lungs. My heart started beating very fast, and ready to lunge out of my chest should care not to be taken.
"You need someone who can easily circle his arm around your waist," he did so. "And who will be able to make your heart beat faster, and your body shake."
And that's what's happening.
My stupid heart is beating miles a minute, while my body is shaking like that of an epileptic person.
The only thing remaining, is the chattering of my teeth.
"You require someone to protect you. Someone who knows the right —"
