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speaking to me. His mouth was right up against my left ear, and I could feel the warmth from his breath against my ear. I could feel his lips brush against my skin, and my wretched body went bat-shit crazy with the sensation that the stroke of his lips against my ear elicited.
    “Are you with me, Kathleen?” That voice was one I knew, but couldn’t immediately place.
    Who the hell is this? He knows my name. I know this person. Wake up, dummy!
    Realization hit me like a bullet in the chest, and if I could have gasped, screamed and gone running in the opposite direction at that moment, I was sure I would have.
    Oh. My. God! Please God, deliver me from this hell. It was him. ‘Him’ was Ben. Ben was ‘him.’ No! God, no. Not the highly arrogant, super handsome, Mr. Sex-on-egs, BEN, from the bookstore!
    It was him. Mr. Rude-as-hell Book Thief himself, in the flesh. I couldn’t believe it. I was searching my brain for answers.
    Why is he carrying me? Where are we going? What if he is a murderer? Open your eyes, Kat!
    At that point of realization, I began having a panic attack along with a pounding head and a generous side of complete humiliation. The adrenaline from my self-induced panic attack was a perk, since it helped me convince my heavy eyelids to open, allowing my green eyes to peep out. As soon as my eyes focused, I was able to confirm my suspicion. It was strong, handsome, arrogant Ben the Book Thief carrying me against his chest. I nearly fainted again once I saw him, but instead my mouth spoke on its own volition.
    “Put me down now!”
    Way to sound appreciative, Kat .
    The moment I spoke, his eyes shot down to mine, and he half smiled at me.
    “Oh. Good. You are with me,” he said in a relaxed manner while I was sure that I was moments from suffering a massive coronary.
    “Please put me down. I can walk,” I pleaded.
    “Well, sorry Kathleen, but you took a nasty fall back there. I’m taking you to my car, and we are going to the hospital.” He didn’t even look at me while he dictated what I would be doing.
    “We will be doing no such thing. I’m fine. I fell, no big deal. The only part of me that is wounded is my ego, and you only wound me further by carrying me through an airport like I’m a child! Shit! Where are my things?” He kept on walking without even acknowledging my demands to release me.
    “There is a nice gentlemen walking behind me that has all of your belongings. I assure you they have not disappeared. I am taking you to the hospital. You lost consciousness, which means you should be seen by a doctor. Have you ever had a head injury?” I was taken aback by his sudden interest in my medical history.
    “Uh, yeah, I, um… had a concussion few years ago. Why the hell does that matter?”
    “All the more reason to be seen by a doctor.”
    “For God sakes Ben, will you please put me down?”
    “Okay, fine! Here.” He abruptly dropped me to my feet rather roughly, making his distaste for my demands clear. I stumbled and got light-headed again.
    Dammit! After making his point that I was still unsteady on my feet, he grabbed me around my waist and held me firm against him as we made our way out of the airport.
    “See? You’re not well. You need to see a doctor. Come with me and stop fighting over it. It’s pointless. I don’t negotiate, but I believe you are aware of this.” Just then, for effect he winked at me and grinned, nearly turning me into a simpering idiot.
    Oh boy! He’s really beautiful.
    I couldn’t help but notice that Ben was not even remotely winded from carrying me. He was unruffled. I knew I was in deep trouble.
    “What about my car? It’s in parking.”
    “Give me your keys. I will have it delivered to your home.”
    “I will do no such thing! I don’t even know you. I will concede to the point that I may need to see a doctor, but you are not going to have access to my car or knowledge of my home address!” Raising my voice at him was rather dumb because