Skipped, Skipped, Skipped a beat

With his hand clasped onto her mouth, and the threatening glare in his eyes was alone enough to keep her mouth shut. The warmth of his breath fanned her neck as he leaned forward. Her heartbeat was in a mess, standing an inch away from him. If not she were holding the railing for support, her feet would have given up at the frequency they trembled.

''Don't panic. It's me.'' In the end, he lifted his hand. His eyes softened when he noticed she was scared.

''You have got a way to scare me always.'' She scorned fiercely.

Ignoring her bombasts, he said. ''I need your help to escape from this room.'' His voice was low, without any inflection.

''I am not your servant.'' She snapped, pushing him away.

''Why you....'' Kurt stopped cursing immediately. He completely forgot. Madam will only entertain requests. ''Kyle...'' He forced a smile. ''Please help me.''