DRAWN TO YOU

the Night o

-PERS

are driving through, a driver speeds ahead at full acceleration, following the instructi

l darkness. The only source of light for those on its path comes from t

oves to instruct the driver to avoid the oncoming car. However, he gets distracted when he hears Jasmine's voice. Something about it p

g comes too late, as both drivers ar

forcefully, jerking

boss step out to check

er asks as his boss walks toward

who leans against the headrest, unconscious

what's wrong with her. Rei! Reina!!

she fails to notice the ma

he man asks, runnin

n. She turns, ready to unleash the sharpest scolding she can muster-only to freeze when she meets h

s if her brain ceases to function, leaving only

uch raw masculinity that it nearly overwhelms her. She stands transfixed, unable to te

drawn toward each other by an in

ina and the question the mystery man asked-until the dri

able to get her to the nearest hospital quickly,"

ity. She rushes out of the car, moving toward the driver's

man says in a husky tone, pulling her

amiliar sensation through her body. Why are you letting him hold you like this? You just met h

as if her body has a mind of its own, cra

removes his hand from her waist. She reluctantly steps away, her c

losely as she tu

walking back to the car. Moving Reina to the passenger

gh not without stealing one last lingering glance at

ears into the night, his mind engrav

, realizing that Reina is in no condition to

back to the mysterious man. Who is he? And, mor

man before. When he touched her, she wan

ver knew existed, and if it weren't for Reina's unconscious

hides herself for being so reckless-enterta

her mind. She sighs, knowing he has already left a p

beauty he just saw. The pull he felt toward her was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Who is she? he wonders,

he says

u didn't meet her. There's no need to go there anymore. You weren't supposed to mess this up

ters before en

to continue forward," he t

ssion, but instead, disappointment s

e green eye

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to work early, even if n

walk in, I spot the receptionist-a middle-aged woman with a warm, frien

'am," I greet wit

you, please?" she asks, her w

y, but before I can say

but I have a meeting outside right now. Te

tive voice sends a

he receptionist re

ious to see

land on him, my b

ct St

nd notices me. And for a brief second, I

and complet