Henry Cavill

As soon as I recognize the man in front of me, I feel my face go red. Heat floods through my body and I feel my stomach twist in knots. Out of a strange reflex, I put my hands on his chest and shoulders. I fight to keep myself from freaking out or looking like I am, even though that’s really hard given my situation.

Worry covers the taller man’s face as he pulls me closer to him. I can feel his chest moving with his breathing against mine and a subtle bulge in his jeans pressing against my stomach.

“Are you alright,” he repeats again. I feel his fingers brush against the side of my face, before his hand returns to my waist.

“Yeah, sorry. I just- you aren’t who I was expecting. Caught me a little off guard, that’s all.” He nods down at me, his hands still firmly on my waist. A few seconds of silence pass between us, before my adrenaline drains enough for something to hit me. Thank him. “Thank you. I… Let’s just say I can’t imagine that it would’ve been good if that thing hit me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I couldn’t just let someone get hit by a car.”

“But you saved my life! Is- Is there anything I can do? To make it up to you, I mean?” As soon as those words leave my mouth, Henry’s eyes light up and I notice him trying to hold back a smile.