8 DEEP THOUGHTS

  ARIEL'S POV   "Are you okay?" Luke asked, holding me really  tight. Our eyes were locked in, his face was mere inches from mine, and I could feel his hot breath, also catching a whiff of his wonderful fragrance.   I was lost in his beauty, trapped in his charm, but I had to snap out of it. I quickly withdrew my arms from his shoulder, pushing him away and standing on my feet.   "Is that how you were taught to thank somebody?" He gave me a serious face.   "Why in the world should I be thanking you?" I crossed my arms, returning the serious expression.   "I just saved you from falling!"   "Anyone would have done that," I countered, my arms still crossed around my chest. "You can't even keep someone tight in your arms, by the way. You're so pathetic."   "What do you mean by that?" He snapped. "My grip was just now perfect. I actually saved you from falling."   "Oh, I'm not talking about this encounter." I clarified, shaking my head. "I'm talking about five years ago."