Unmasking the Heart

"Nice shirt."

I whipped my head around towards the husky voice that had just complimented my shirt. It wasn't a particularly special shirt, but I still liked it and smiled at the fact that someone else did. It had a little joke on it that I found a little funny.

He was pretty cute. He had brown hair that fell over his forehead with eyes to match and a fairly muscular build.

"Thanks! Do you get it? Cause-"
I stopped halfway through my sentence when I realised that he wasn't looking at me, but still my t-shirt. Actually, he wasn't even looking at my t-shirt, but the breasts that were under it. Of course - why was I even surprised?

"Yeah, it's great. You know where it would look even better?" He looked up at me for the first time for a second before switching back to my girls. "Crumpled up on my floor."

I laughed awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say. He was clearly more interested in my boobs than he was in me, but he at least came up to me and had some sort of interest in me, unlike most guys. I mean, I was literally sitting in a bar on a Friday evening trying to have some interaction with a guy.

"Why don't I buy you a drink and then we go back to my place?" He placed a hand on my arm and slid a thick finger up my sleeve, rubbing my upper arm.

Okay, this was getting uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

"Umm.. I don't know, I think I should get going.." I mumbled, trying to ignore the pit of nauseating disgust forming in my stomach.

"Cmon, it'll be fun, I promise." His grip on my arm tightened little and I flinched, startled. This was not how I wanted to spend my Friday evening.

"Umm..." I felt frozen, not knowing whether to agree to avoid a scene, or deny him and make him angry. Something told me that getting him angry wasn't going to end well.

"I think you should leave her alone."
Another voice called out. This voice was velvety yet rough, and it made my heart race.

When I turned towards it, I was met with probably the most handsome guy I had ever seen. At least six feet of gorgeousness, tousled black hair, and I could practically see his muscles bulging out of his top.

"Hey man, just mind your own business. We've got a thing going here, right?" I couldn't tell if he was talking about me or my boobs. His grip on my arm tightened, making me squirm under his touch. His hand felt rough on my soft skin, stifling.

"Hey," He said to me in this soft tone that gave me butterflies. "Do you feel comfortable with this guy?"

I just stared at him, dumbstruck. I didn't know whether to take my chances with the sleazy guy or let this handsome stranger save me. Not a single other guy in the bar had said a word to me, so was I supposed to give into him?

"Um.. no, not really.." I muttered.

"Hey, she said she's uncomfortable, so leave her alone."

The guy who was obsessed with my chest seemed like he wouldn't at first, but I think he felt intimidated by the much larger man telling him to leave me alone, and so he very reluctantly walked away.

"Uh..thanks for that, I wasn't really sure what to do there."

"No problem." He smiled and walked out of the bar like some sort of angel sent to help me.

I just smiled to myself, blushing as I watched his tall frame disappear. After he'd left, I looked around the bar and saw the same sleazy guy sitting in the corner, still staring at my boobs. I practically jumped out of my seat and left as quickly as I could.