The boy stared at her. Their faces were almost touching. His body felt hard but warm underneath hers.

Intimately torturing thoughts flew across her mind. The soft sigh of a butterfly kiss, hands across her skin.

Elian squeaked and she tried to get up and off him. With ease he flipped her so she was the one under him. He propped himself up on his elbows, caging her in.

"What are you doing in my room?" He asked, his deep voice echoed in the quiet of the room.

"I thought this was the guest room?" Elian asked.

A beat passed as they stared at each other.

"It is not the guest room," Elian thought out loud.

The boy chuckled, and it was the most mesmerizing thing ever to Elian. He rolled off her and stood up.

"I'm Markus, Fred's brother." He said as he tossed his navy shirt off.

Elian sat up. She covered her eyes and she said, "hi, I'm Elian?"

"Don't tell me you've never seen someone without a shirt," he said.

"It's rude to stare at someone half naked when you just met," Elian explained.

"Is it?" He said.

"You can look now," he said.

Elian peeked through her fingers. Now he was wearing a black shirt. He was already looking at her. Elian wasn't naked but somehow the way he gazed made her feel that way, and the sensations sizzled through her.

He turned around to go out of the room, and stopped when he felt for the doorknob, only to find nothing there in place.

Elian got up as well from the bed and she said, "it was an accident, I didn't know this was your room. I'd love to leave and give you space, but we got locked in by some random people."

Markus swiveled to face Elian, and to her surprise a cheery smile broke onto his face.

"Ah, time to use the escape pole."

He beckoned her to the window, and he slid the curtains open. There was actually a pole going down to the ground outside the window.

Elian felt relieved that there was a way to get out. As Markus began opening the window she felt her heart rate began to speed up, and her palms getting sweaty.

The only problem with the pole solution: Elian was afraid of heights.