Aileen reached the door and went to shoulder it open when it swung outwards on its own accord, as if someone had pulled it from the outside.
‘Oh!’ She tried righting herself, but her foot caught in the door frame and her chocolate eclair flew in the air as Aileen hurtled towards the ground, ready to face-plant – but two sturdy arms grabbed her before her pearly whites crashed into the stones.
‘I’m so sorry!’ The husky voice tickled her ears bringing with it the smell of spiced aftershave. Goosebumps popped on her arms, and her skin burned where he touched her.
A warm glow ignited somewhere in her neck and forged a path to her cheeks as she righted herself, tugging at her shirt and hair. She swivelled towards the man on shaky legs. ‘No, it was my fault – I should have looked.’
The man,
