CeCe's body forgot how to function the moment she truly looked at him.
Her breath was still heavy, rising and falling as she had just escaped death which, to be fair, she had almost done five seconds ago, and yet the thing standing in front of her now felt even more dangerous than that nightmare creature, no matter its beauty, it looked so much like a trap... or a test...
She was about to speak when a strong force gently pushed her a few meters away from him, but her eyes stayed glued to him, scanning every detail as if trying to confirm he was real and not another trap her mind had decided to throw at her for entertainment.
"You…" she started, then stopped. Her mouth was still open and she didn't even realise it. How was she supposed to start a conversation with this one?!
Her chest rose and fell quickly, her thoughts running in anger, confusion, fear, and embarrassment, all mixed together into one big emotional mess that refused to arrange itself properly.
