Flash Fiction Time! Stay

It had been a horrible day. Aurora had run into Mason. Well actually, she wasn’t certain it was an accident. One minute she was leaving the hospital and the next he was in front of her, blocking her path. She had tried to walk around him but he had grabbed her arm in a vice like grip. It wasn’t until she winced that he loosened his hold.
“What do you want, Mason?”
“I want to talk. I’m sorry I freaked out. If you would just get rid of that wo- dog then we could be together.”
“I’m not discussing this again. I’m not getting rid of Luke,” she exclaimed and walked around him.
“You’ll be sorry you ever let that mangy mutt into your house. Mark my words,” he had growled and stormed off.
She fought back a chill remembering his words and the venom in his voice as he spit them at her. Unlocking the front door, she slipped inside exhausted by the events of the day. The house was eerily quiet and she went on a search for Luke.
Walking into the kitchen she stifled a scream and her breathing became erratic. The man standing at the counter in nothing but a pair of low cut jeans was something to behold. What was a man doing rifling through her refrigerator? She had no idea but she knew it wasn’t right. She attempted to back out of the room slowly and backed into the counter. She wasn’t able to stop the small whimper from leaving her throat. The man turned and the look he gave her was akin to shock. It morphed quickly into guilt. She wasn’t paying much attention to that though. All she could see was the exceptionally bizarre color of his eyes. She had seen those eyes before, but her mind couldn’t or wouldn’t process how the man standing in her kitchen had the exact same eyes as Luke.
She attempted to back out of the kitchen slowly. Is this a dream? Did I fall and whack my head on something? No this is absolutely real.
“No, stay,” he pleaded.
She couldn’t explain why she stayed. His honey voice spoke right to her soul and she was physically unable to move away from the impossibly sexy man.
“I can explain everything,” he said moving closer.
That simple movement brought her out of shock and she moved away. Looking around wildly for a weapon, she readied herself to make a grab for the knives she kept on the counter.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” She was thankful her voice was firm and strong.
“You know who I am,” he said with confidence.
She shook her head back and forth. There was no way it could be who she thought. Luke was a dog, damnit. He couldn’t be the sexy man standing in front of her.
Ok, stop checking out his amazing abs and make a run for it.
She ran to the stove and pulled out a huge butcher knife holding it out in front of her with both hands. She had no idea what the proper way to brandish a knife was but that didn’t matter. Like put his hands in the air and took a hesitant step forward.
“Don’t,” she shrieked. “Don’t come near me. Get out of my house.”
She was shaking. She knew he could see it but she hoped he didn’t know how scared she was.
“It’s okay, I’m not here to hurt you. Please just put the knife down so I can explain,” he said as if speaking to a frightened animal. She relaxed marginally and he stepped closer.
Instinct took over and she slashed at him. She heard the knife tear through the flesh of his shoulder and blood spattered across her face. She whimpered her eyes closed tight so she wouldn’t have to see what she had done.
He scooped her up and took the knife from her hands. That alone confused her. She looked at his shoulder where the knife wound was already closing. Looking into his eyes, a final thought passed through her head before everything faded to black.
Oh my god. He really is Luke.