You were in a bookstore and tried to reach a book on the highest shelf.

you were standing on your tippy toes, your fingertips brushing the back of the book.

"Let me help you, cara mia.," a voice came from behind you. Only seconds later masculine hands reached up and grabbed the book you so desperately tried to reach.

"Here you go," the stranger handed you the book with a soft smile.

his cologne filled your nostrils as his blonde mid-long hair slightly hung into his face.