He moved like an arrow shot from a bow, cutting through the air with determined strides as he rushed toward her.
Raindrops slid from his hair, tracing his chiseled features and gathering at his chin, only to be flung away with his every motion.
Just as Claire was about to have an intimate encounter with the floor, Sean arrived in the nick of time.
With a powerful stretch of his arm, he became an unyielding shield, securely catching Claire around the waist.
It was as if she had been gently lifted by strong yet tender hands, settling firmly onto Sean's long legs.
His other hand instinctively supported her back, enclosing her safely within his embrace.
In that moment, time seemed to halt.
Outside, the wind howled and the rain poured relentlessly.
But inside the living room, only the sound of their breathing filled the space.
Sean, slightly out of breath, gazed at Claire with deep concern and lingering fear, his eyes locking onto hers as if to ensure she was truly all right.
Claire, in turn, stared at the handsome face so close to hers, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the warmth radiating from him, her hands instinctively gripping Sean's arm tightly, unwilling to ever let go.
Sean keenly noticed the worry reflected in her eyes.
That worry was like a gentle hand, softly strumming the strings of his heart, deepening the intensity in his gaze.
His look was like a heated brand, fixed on Claire, while the arm encircling her tightened of its own accord under the influence of a powerful emotion.
Suddenly, Claire felt the pain from his grip and let out a small involuntary gasp.
That soft exclamation was like a hammer blow, jolting Sean from his tumultuous emotions.
His pupils contracted, and almost immediately, he relaxed his hold.
Taking a deep breath, he calmed the storm within.
Then, he slowly reached for Claire's hand.
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