~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~
Strong hands caught her, setting her back on her feet. She remembered a second too late that she was wandering around the forest alone, not at all paying attention to her surroundings. Bellamy would be pissed.
Sure enough she looked up into dark, angry eyes. She felt her face flush, sending prickles down her neck as the heat of embarrassment fought with the sting of the winter air.
“What are you doing?” Bellamy demanded, dropping his hands.
–a random The 100 fanfic (aren’t they all–one of these days I might actually finish one)