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There was silence. He shuffled in the dark and moved closer to me. I wished I could see his face properly.
“Are you sure you saw something?” he asked.
I was starting to doubt myself a bit with the questions but I stuck to my guns. “Yes, I saw someone. Someone walked past the window, swear to God.”
“Where did you come from? Did anyone come with you?”
I shook my head. He raised the light so it was on my face. I winced.
“Sorry,” he said, not sounding very sorry at all. “I…well, nevermind.”
“Nevermind?” I couldn’t help but sneer. “You just broke into my uncle’s lighthouse. Don’t you tell me to nevermind.”
I realized it wasn’t probably the best idea to start provoking a complete stranger, especially when you actually hadn’t seen his face yet and you were in a dark, possibly abandoned lighthouse together, but...
He straightened up, his figure blocking the moonlight and reached down with his hand to help me up. He wasn’t very tall at all, maybe 5’9”.
I took it hesitantly and he brought me up to my feet. I wavered a bit at the change in height and gravity and within seconds he had his arms around both sides of me. He smelled like Old Spice aftershave. I felt like I was in some bad drama on the Lifetime network.
“You OK?” he asked. His face wasn’t too far away from mine. I turned around on the spot so that my back was to the window and the moonlight was coming in on his face, illuminating it.
He was a surprisingly handsome guy. Maybe I was expecting a bald man with a beard, but he wasn’t like that at all.
His jaw was wide and round, totally acceptable. A dusting of an Errol Flynn moustache traced his upper lip and his chin was shaded by scruffy beard. He had fathomless, dark eyes framed by brows that were devilishly arched and set low on his forehead. A simple eyebrow ring graced his right eyebrow. It was a very ‘90s look. A man after my own heart, apparently. He reminded me of Robert Downey Jr. in his strung-out drug days.
He watched me, his eyes glittering darkly in the moonlight, full of intensity. I felt relieved that he looked like a normal person and almost tickled that he was quite a looker as well.
“Just a bit dizzy,” I managed to say. He kept his gaze with mine. It was a bit unnerving after awhile. It must have shown on my face because he smiled very slowly, showing perfect white teeth.
“Good,” he said. “Promise not to sue?”
I eyed him warily. “I won’t. Can’t speak for my uncle, though.”
He pursed his lips and seemed to think about it, though his eyes remained motionless.
“Why are you here?” he finally asked.
“We’re having a bonfire on the beach. I got sick of hanging around teenagers and wanted to come here. My uncle never let me come here when I was younger. I didn’t tell anyone, I just left. I was hoping to film some stuff.”
At my own mention of filming I panicked. My camera! I reached down and pulled it up in front of my face. I turned it on and the lights flared and then steadied. I couldn’t see the lens but Dex grabbed it and held it in front of the light. He peered at it, brows furrowing, and gently put it back around my neck.
“It’s fine. I thought you wrecked the shit out of mine when you ran into me.”
He lifted his camera up and patted it. I immediately felt guilty, even though it was his own damn fault for trespassing.
“You’re right,” he continued, reading my face. “Who cares? I probably deserve to have this camera smashed.”
I was about to say something else; what, exactly, I don’t know, but I have a feeling I would have tried to make him feel better, when there was another loud thump from up above.
I froze. I could feel him freeze too. I slowly looked over at him. He was watching me intently.
“You sure you came alone?” he whispered. The fact that he had to ask again chilled me.
“Are you?” I answered. He nodded gravely.
I swallowed hard. We both listened hard, still as death.
Another thump followed. My mind started to reel wildly. Was this Dex guy really alone? Maybe this was still the rape palace and he was trapping me down here while the bigger guys did all the work. There was an air of uncertain danger about him, though that could have just been the situation or his floppy, messy dark hair and Byronic mannerisms.
