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of dust. She wrinkled
her nose, clicked the lock on the window and pushed the panes open. That would
help him heal, feeling the sun warm his body and the wind on his face, a very handsome
face. Her mind was definitely wandering.
    She bit her lower lip and returned to the
man that occupied her thoughts. How sad was she? He was the excitement, of her
year. She plopped on the bed a little harder than she meant. The old wooden
frame groaned and there was distinct snap before Breena felt herself tumble to
the ground.
    “Oh, shite.” Her hands instantly went to
him as he rolled toward her, on an angle the bed was a makeshift ramp. His bare
chest pressed against her palms and she pushed furiously to keep him from
falling atop her. If he fell, he would land right over her and roll straight
onto his damaged back. She pressed harder, used all her strength to ease him
back, but it was no use. “Wake up!” she yelled right at him and his lids began
to lift.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Breena stared into the most compelling
light green eyes that swirled with hints of yellow. They seemed to swirl as he
shifted an arm and pressed his hand beside her head, using the floor as leverage
to keep from squishing her. She couldn’t tear her sight away from his, they
sucked her whole soul into a void of romance and lust.
    “Who are you?”
    His voice, dear lord, was so raspy and
deep she wanted to melt into a puddle. “Breena...” she whispered and frowned as
she pressed against his chest more firmly. He was after all going to fall on
her and there was no way he’d have the strength to pull himself up. Her muscles
began to scream in protest as he kept staring.
    “Breena...like the...”
    “Yes.” she didn’t let him finish, her
body protested the weight to loudly. “Me parents named me after a mythological
fairy palace. Now help me because I’m trying to save your arse.” Technically,
it was his back she was trying to help. At this point, she’d say anything to
get him to move.
    He squinted in confusion. “Save me?”
    So he was daft. “Yes, pull yourself...”
she never finished the sentence. The remainder of the bed cracked and he landed
with a thud atop her. He weighed a ton, more than a ton. His body crushed hers
into the hard floor and his lids once again fell shut. “Great...” At least he
hadn’t rolled and landed on his back. Now she was stuck beneath him and
couldn’t budge his massive size. Worse was that his hips had shifted and she
felt the thick jut of his manhood against her middle. Breena’s eyes went wide,
her first erection. She giggled inwardly at how that thought came out and
shoved at his shoulders. After a minute of grunting and pushing, she gave up. Her
hands and head fell back to the floor. His face was against her neck, his lips
so close to her skin she felt his breath tease her flesh. Moisture gathered
between her legs. How the hell did she always get stuck in these situations?
Well, not exactly like this but she had a tendency to be at the worst place at
the worst time.
    Of course, this had to be the best spot
for one of her bad luck moments. He was heavy but not in a bad way. She closed
her eyes and gave her torso the barest of wiggles. His erection hadn’t dissipated
and she felt it long and hard against her stomach. She had never really felt one
before. This man — the stranger with the soul melting eyes—she would love
to peek at his good bits.
    Breena opened her eyes and glanced at him.
His hair was feathered over them both and she brushed her finger through a few
locks. She pushed them back, away from his handsome face to stare at his
features. He looked rough like a warrior, a few lines around his mouth,
probably from frowning. Those lips were plump though and his jaw chiseled. She
found herself wondering about his kiss. Would it be gentle or intense like his
eyes?
    “Iníon?”
    Oh yes, that just made everything so much
worse. Gran’s voice echoed through the house and the wave of cold