Helga Polman

Wrapping my coat tightly around me, I started walking towards the road, when suddenly, I heard growling just a meter away from me. Memories of the cages I had seen when I arrived flooded my mind. Freezing in place, I raised my head to locate the source of the sound. Immediately regretting my decision to leave the house, I was confronted by a huge Doberman with bared teeth, and behind him slowly approached two more. My whole life flashed before my eyes, and for a second, I was saddened by how little I had accomplished in it. "Richard, stop! Get back to your places," Alex's voice harshly and loudly interrupted my thoughts. Startled, I jumped on the spot. The dogs pricked up their ears and obediently walked away. "Thank you," I replied, barely audibly. "Let's go inside. You'll get soaked," my unexpected savior said surprisingly gently and caring. I turned around and another wave of shock washed over me. Alex stood there with only a towel tied around his hips, which threatened to slip off his well-defined abdominal muscles. Raindrops fell on his chiseled chest, strong arms, and pumped torso. His black wet hair framed his incredibly handsome face, with thick black eyebrows, piercing blue eyes, prominent cheekbones, and full scarlet lips. Everything about this man was perfect. "No, I'd rather go back to the dogs. With this man, I'm sure I'll forget about principles and morals," raced through my head.