Crystal was quickly finding out that the night of the new moon was no time to be driving on a dark and winding road; especially during a thunderstorm. The rain was coming down in blinding sheets; impeding the progress of her car and making the windshield wipers useless. Not to mention the headlights.
She was afraid to pull over because of the darkness, though she knew she should. Just as she did slowly start to, there was a flash of lightening, a glimpse of a tree, and a crash of thunder. She tried to brake but it was too late. The tires squealed, the brakes screeched, and a resounding pop reverberated in her ears. The car swerved, but stopped. For a moment she thought she'd hit the tree, but then realized natural reflex (or self-preservation) had taken over and she'd just floored the brake. She thanked her lucky stars she'd only been going about ten miles an hours. Had she been going much faster she would surely have hit the tree instead of just blowing a tire.
She leaned her forehead on her hands, which were gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. She wasn't sure just how long she sat there; the first thing she remembered hearing was the sound of someone banging on the window.
She looked up and realized that while she'd been pulling herself together the rain had stopped. The banging stopped as she reached for the door handle. The stranger, upon seeing her move stepped back to allow the door to open. The cool night air felt good on her heated flesh. She must be suffering from mild shock, she thought, for her reflexes weren't responding normally and one look into deep blue eyes, even in near darkness, caused her pulse to speed up. Never in her life had she fainted, she mused, as his quick action stopped her descent to the muddy ground. "Are you alright?" Whispered a deep male voice as she awoke to those hypnotic blue eyes. The air smelled faintly of new leather and aftershave. She must be in his car, hers never smelled this sexy or made her feel like ripping her clothes off and giving herself to a complete stranger.
Still slightly dazed and wanting to put an end to her unlady like thoughts she sat up. Immediately she missed the supporting feel of his strong arms. Wanting to linger, but knowing she couldn't, she straightened herself as best she could under the circumstances. Her shoes were a total loss but her dress appeared to have been spared any permanent damage...
1.) Freshens up and continues on her way? (Available)
2.) Go home, she's been through enough? (Available)
3.) She "Faints" into his arms? (Available)
4.) Ask sexy stranger for help? (Available)
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