She heard his footsteps right behind her in the corridor, on the wooden floor, creaking under the person's weight with each step he or she is taking. She is petrified, can't move and can't even let out a scream. Her heart freezes in her chest and she can feel her knees buckle from under her as she falls down to the ground. Everything happens like this in slow motion, but just before she hits the ground, she feels two arms, grabbing her around her body to stop her falling. She braces herself to be crushed by these two muscular brown arms around her, holding her breath for what feels like forever, but nothing. Not a single bit of pressure squeezing her, no weight pushing her to the ground to overpower her, nothing… In fact, the strong arms are holding her with such gentle care, like she has never felt before. Her whole body just feels numb from the fear and excitement. He picked her up in his arms and walked with her to the room, where he laid her down on her bed. He took off his soaking wet shoes, t-shirt and got on the bed next to her. For the first time, she takes a quick look at him in the moonlit room and can see his muscular arms, broad shoulders, strong hands, but not his face.