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back against something warm and hard. She turned her head around to find herself against a large and well muscled male chest. It was the stranger. He was sitting against the headboard with her back to his chest. She turned, her palms pressing on his pecs for leverage. One of his arms fell off of her hip as she turned while the other arm stayed hooked around her waist, hand perilously close to her ass. He fisted that hand, white knuckles straining with the apparent urge to cup her bottom. His cream-colored dress-shirt was rolled up at his forearms, but open revealing his golden skin and six-pack abs. He was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to say or do something.
"The least you can do is introduce yourself if we're gonna find ourselves in this position." She said softly as she looked at his lips, and then his eyes. She was inches from those fathomless blue eyes, waiting for his response. Why was he so familiar and why did she have the urge to rub up against him like a cat in heat?
His eyes were focused on her lips, as if contemplating something. He shrugged as if he made a decision. "Kratos is what I am called. It is my name." He winced as if he knew how abnormal he sounded. She licked her lips, instigating a small sigh from him.
      “I should be freaking out right now. I don’t know you and I didn’t know Sid or whatever it was you called him. For some reason, I feel safe with you.” She pushed off of him and stood, her feet wobbly underneath her. He sat forward to steady her, gripping both of her hips. Pushing his hands away, she wiggled out of his hold. Letting his hands fall to his sides, he sat and waited for her questions. He did not have to wait for long.
      “Where are we right now? Is this your house?” She began to walk around the room and inspect  her surroundings. The bedroom was large, the furniture cherry wood, and the walls a pale blue color. She ran her palm across the smooth surface of the cherry wood bureau. The room was sparse, no pictures or mementos as if he had just moved in.
      “Where do you think we are?” he cryptically asked as he sat on the edge of the bed buttoning his shirt. She stopped in her perusal and stared at him curiously for a moment. His eyes never wavered from her as he sat very still. Inhumanly still. Interesting.
      She walked over to the window, pulled the curtain back, and sucked in a breath as she stared out of the window. She was in a city and was extremely high up! She turned to him in surprise.
      “We are in Boston?” Her question high pitched and shocked. “What floor are we on?” She asked as she turned to stare at the miniscule street below, hundreds of people milling about like ants on an ant hill.
      “Boston.” He hesitated, “we are on the eightieth floor.” His words were chosen with a little too much care. Eyes narrowed, she scrutinized him.
      Evie looked down at herself. Jeans and green turtleneck were still on. She breathed a sigh of relief. “I need a bathroom.”
      Gesturing with a nod towards the door, “You are free to do as you need or want. You don’t need to ask me or tell me.” He continued to sit quietly as he folded his hands together in his lap. He rolled his shoulders once, as if stretching the exhaustion from his body, or maybe readying his muscles to strike with predatory speed. She couldn’t quite tell. As she slowly walked to the bedroom door and opened it, she looked at him, waiting to see if he was testing her. He was not. He didn’t even blink, let alone move, he was still unnaturally still.
      As she walked out of the bedroom, her mouth fell open as she stopped dead in her tracks. The apartment they were in was massive, and clearly a bachelor pad. Loft style in appearance, the kitchen sported stainless steel appliances and the living space was crowded with dark, buttery brown leather furniture. As she padded down the corridor, having no idea where the bathroom was, she felt his eyes upon her. She