His Gentle and Caring Warmth

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you…” he said as he quickly released my wrist.

We were safe on the sidewalk, but his car was still parked there in the middle of the road. I wondered why the cops were not here yet or why every car that was passing by wasn’t honking their horns. That was when I realized the model and the probable price tag of his limited-edition sports car. Now it all made sense.

What he did after made me scream. While I had my eyes on his car, the man had bent down in front of me and was starting to lift the skirt of my dress up.

“What are you doing?!” I cried out in shock as I pulled the fabric of my skirt out of his hand.

How dare he?!

“Sorry! This isn’t what you think it is…” he started making excuses.

“What I think it is?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes and glared at him accusingly.

“I’m a doctor. I was just going to see your injuries. You fell so I assumed that you skinned your knee…” he explained calmly.