There, in the Shadow of a Snow Angel

Agoraphobic and alone, Grace Bell is too scared to change her life for the better. That is, until she meets the gallant and dashing Henry Beaufort who is determined to save her. But can he save her from herself?

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2. so...determined

A wave of relief washed over me as I pulled the glossy red door of my house shut behind me. I had finally made it home, and without any further incidents. Whilst at the shops I had made a few extra stop-offs, making sure I had all the supplies I would need for a while; I didn’t want to find myself in this situation again anytime soon.

 

As I headed toward the kitchen to put away the groceries, I heard a knock at the door. It caught me completely off guard. No-one ever knocked at my door. Not unexpected, anyway. I hadn’t ordered anything so it wasn’t a delivery man, and to be completely honest I had no idea who else it could even be. I cautiously walked back through the hallway and, tiptoeing up, I gazed through the peephole. It was the man from before.

 

What was he doing here? Did he know this was my house? Was he here to see me? No. He can’t be. He must just be at the wrong address or something… I was unsure about whether I should open the door or not. After all, I still hadn’t thanked him for helping me up earlier. I hesitated at the door for a few more seconds before he started knocking again. And then he began to call out: “Hello! I know you’re in. I saw you come in here about five minutes ago,” his voice was muffled by the door but I heard every word clearly. He was here to see me.

 

I can’t lie, I was terrified. I knew I would embarrass myself. I never knew what to say to other people and this was already awkward because of what had happened earlier today.

 

I decided to ignore him and was about to walk away when I heard him again. “Hey! Come on! It’s cold out here! Please, I know you’re there! Just, just open up OK,” his voice was so sure of itself, so powerful, yet it held an element of playfulness that made everything he said cajoling. I felt compelled to do as he asked, and before I even knew what I was doing I was face to face with the beautiful stranger.

 

I found myself blushing at the memory of my embarrassing encounter with him, and immediately dropped my head and stared intently at my feet as I waited for the heat in my face to creep away. He began to speak again, but I was so consumed by thoughts of my humiliation that I had missed what he said.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that?” I had asked, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

“I said, aren’t you going to invite me in?” He chuckled.

My head shot up at this. A cheeky grin was plastered on his face. I didn’t know what to say. He was so confident, so forthright.

 

I decided that if I wanted to be left alone, there was only one thing I could do. I had already used the retreat tactic earlier and he had just seemingly followed me home. Maybe I should have just thanked him, and this never would have happened. I wanted desperately to just close my door and be left alone; safe in my house.

“Erm, I don’t really know you so I’d rather not…if you don’t mind,” he was still grinning cockily at my door, pushing me to continue. “Look I’m really sorry but what do you want exactly?” I asked bluntly, mustering up as much confidence as I could find.

 

And the answer that I got as I stood there at my door feeling awkward and so completely out of my comfort zone- which he gave so assuredly, so easily, so naturally, so…determined- was something that I had never ever expected to hear.

 

“You”

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