Just at this time, the door was opened.
Madeline subconsciously clenched her fists.
She followed the sound and launched herself at the door.
However, before her fist could be swung out, it was firmly caught by a large warm hand.
Then she was pinned against the wall, and the smell of a nice minty shower gel hit her nose.
The darkness was invisible, and the man's body was pressed against hers, intimately.
The faint scent of mint and tobacco hit her nose, easing her heart.
"What do you want?" A low voice, like a cello, filled her ears.
The burning breath, hovering above her head, landed on her scalp like a fine current spreading throughout her body, her heart beating at a frantic pace.
She subconsciously took a deep breath, one hand resisting against his chest, "I thought it was the bad guys."
The damp, warm touch made her palm burn.